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Aside from God, Sam never believed one man could inspire so many.5 Stars from Readers' FavoriteA person can be loved by many for one reason, yet hated by many for another. Born into a Native-Indian family, Sam Corrolla grows up in a community of racists. When their neighbour, Mr. Seamington, finds unfounded fault in Sam, the boy learns the shocking truth about what lengths people will go to out of prejudice.With a keen interest in karate, Sam joins a dojo with his older brothers, and the discipline soon becomes a love of his. Some of his peers can't accept Sam's unmistakable prowess, and the boy finds himself in a life-altering situation.Becky, among many females, finds Sam exotic with his caramel skin and long, ebony hair, unbeknownst to him. After winning Sam over in a deplorable manner, the young man is suddenly inserted into a new life; one that he wouldn't have dreamed he would be living.When tragic loss sweeps over Sam's life, he is forced to go against the one he loves, in order to save the only thing he has ever loved.Years later, as Sam drives to the dojo one afternoon, he grips the steering wheel as he witnesses a horrific scene. Sam has two choices: he can help those who have hated him all his life...or he can watch them die. Inspired by a true story. Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!