A Life Worth Loving: A Story of Hope and Running chapter 1

 

**Chapter 1: The End of the Line**

 

The silence in the house was a physical presence. It was a thick, suffocating blanket that had settled over every room, muffling the memory of laughter, of conversation, of life. Edward sat at the expansive kitchen island, a monument to a shared dream that had curdled, and stared at the cold screen of his laptop.

 

The first dismantling had been swift and surgical. A single, sterile email from a faceless HR representative. *‘Dear Edward, Following the recent merger, your position has been made redundant…’* Fifteen years of loyalty, of late nights and early mornings, of believing his identity was inextricably linked to his title and corner office, erased in three paragraphs. The severance package was generous, a monetary apology that felt like blood money.

He had clung to the idea of home, of Louise. She had been his constant, his anchor in the cutthroat world he navigated. But the man who came home that day, and in the weeks that followed, was a hollowed-out shell of the one she’d married. He could see the disappointment in her eyes, a slow-dawning realization that the provider, the high-achiever, the *purposeful* man she’d built a life with, was gone. In his place was a listless ghost who haunted their too-quiet home.

 

Her departure was the cataclysm. It wasn’t a dramatic, door-slamming exit. It was quiet, final, and utterly devastating. She’d simply packed a suitcase one afternoon while he sat staring at the wall, her movements efficient and devoid of anger.

 

“It’s not about the job, Edward,” she had said, her voice frighteningly calm. “It’s you. You’ve lost your purpose. There’s nothing left to hold onto.”

 

Her words didn’t haunt him; they *were* him. They echoed in the emptiness of the house and in the deeper emptiness within his chest. *You’ve lost your purpose.* She was right. Without his career, without her, he was a set of facts without a narrative, a man without a reason.

 

Now, the wind whipped across the bridge, biting through his thin jacket. Below, the churning black water of the river promised a final, absolute silence. It was a grim comfort. He leaned against the cold iron railing, each breath a small, white cloud of surrender. This was the end of the line. The logical conclusion to a story that had run its course.

 

He looked down at his reflection in the dark, oily water—a gaunt, hollow-eyed stranger staring back, a perfect portrait of defeat. This was who he was now. This was all he was.

 

He took a shaky breath, gripped the railing, and made to climb. The relief was already there, bitter and immediate. The relief of giving up.

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Why did you love a terrorist?

 

Chapter 1

 

 

On 6 October night, I had to get my night service to guard a settlement  in the south of Israel. I am soldier in Israel army. I love my country as I was born here. My parents were not born here, father from USA, he was great doctor. Mum was from Ukraine. She was so pretty, tall body, wide brown eyes, angel white face and red checks and smart that can not one lift his eyes from her. They heard about the heaven of God at the earth. Our home land” Israel”, the promised home they met since 24 years in Tel Aviv. My mother was sick and she had to go to hospital.  She slept on the bed to the doctor examine her body. The doctor was my father. He loved her at first sight and didn’t tell her until to ask about her and know her so closely.

 

My mother was from east European who believes in old traditions, while my father from west European and USA who had open relations between men and women, my father could not get approach to my mum except some deepest kisses on some occasions. So his love was fire and his heart urged him to marry her. He did vast steps and they married. They believed in little children, as they have no time to grow a lot of them and get them good education. They had me and my brother. They taught us the Zionism since we were babies. IT depends on “Arab are our animals, especially Muslims, then Christian, we had to kill all of them. If we can’t kill them we can make them slaves, men, women and children, To clear Israel land from Palestine and build your home nation for Jewish only. Yes some Jewish hated this idea, some immigrate to Israel to get this comfortable life as the government gave them permanent salaries to live and get work. Great actors and actress made films about the heaven here to encourage the Jewish to come to live here. Advanced countries supported our home gave here all weapons and any loans when we need. The new settlers did not any effort to get home. He walked in Arab district with his friends and with guard with Israeli police. They chose good and admired homes and police did the rest. They threatened Arab and then ruin homes. In my opinion, they were not their home, they are ours. We believed as the political and religion men told us. This land belongs to us since 4000 years, our great grandparents left it for some reasons and we had to return to achieve the promised of our God to build the Solomon home. And to build the temple of him

It was not destroyed completely as the punishment of God to the Jewish that lived at that time. As Salome did the worst against the laws of our religion, according to tale of Salome.

Salome was the daughter of Herodias, the wife of Herod Antipas, the tetrarch of Perea and Galilee, according to the New Testament. Herodias, Salome's mother, wanted her to wed Herod Antipas since she was a stunning young woman. However, John the Baptist was adamantly against this marriage because it was forbidden by religion.

John the Baptist was invited to a feast that Herod Antipas hosted one day. Salome requested a gift from Herod during the feast, asking him to present her with the head of John the Baptist on a dish. Herod wavered at

First, but gave in to pressure from Salome's mother and eventually accepted. When Herod's soldiers arrived at the jail where John the Baptist was being held, they severed his head. The head was then given to Salome, who then gave it to her mother.”

And this the first ruin of Israel and ruin of two temples and the last temple stay which is west wall of mosque of  Al Aqsa” so we have to destroy it to build our temple. After the people of Israel were taken to Assyria as slaves, they lived there as bad situation until the holy aster got them free. We had to return to our home and took every inch from those Arab as they had no roots here. We had taught that. We memorized it. The government gave many benefits to attract immigration to Israel. It built great industry, it was so advanced in electronic and computer and do not talk about the military industries and the airplane industries which Israel had great wide steps in that industry.

If there was not home ready to get Arab from, the government builds groups of homes to these new immigrations. The government cultivated lands. At the end the government  got Palestinians  homes in spite of the ruling of United Nations preventing establish or chased any citizen from the occupied land and the peace agreement. We had taught this is our land and the Arab occupied it. When I entered the Israel army forces, we learnt three points.

 

 

As the Zionism says, the great Israel land is from The Nile to Euphrates. The people who established this promised are blessed.

Second, kill all Arab as they are animals except who had peace agreement, we leave them until their time came.

Third, give Arab sweet promise and do the worst for them and the best for us.

 I was happy as I will get my dream fact and I will kill those bad creatures. I was told if I killed more of Arab, I will get great rewards from the army and great rank at the heaven.

We were trained to shot on a status or shape. The leaders of army forces called them” Muhammed 1, Muhammed 2   “

It referred to the prophet of Arab. They dreamt to kill this prophet who and Islam also.

When I asked about that Muhammed,”if he is still alive, I answered, he was dead since more thousands years.

I asked why you wanted to shoot him, they answered as he was the main enemy against our state. He established a bad terrorist civilization and killed our grandparents.

I forgot to introduce myself

My name was “Daniella, my mum was Olga Sadiya “

My brother who has 22 years old was David

My brother after he had finished his military duty, he travelled to USA to meet his girls’ friends and his friends, and to train as a pilot in USA as he wanted to work permanently in air armed forces of Israel to vanish all Arab so speed. He hated Islam religion very much and spread his thoughts in his social media.

 

I had to get permit to get in touch with this music festival in a settlement on the south of Israel near Gaza. We had known there was a great alarmed wall with high electronic warning from any approach. When an ant approaches the alarmed released their sounds and the forces took their care. So we are in safe. My leader prevented to give this permission.

As these were the great musician and some foreigner of youth males and females and musician from Europe and America would be there, I decided to be in.

When one hour passed, I took special car and was off. When I approached, and changed my military clothes and wore my naked and short dress. I washed my body with cologne, put wide smell perfume. I put red lips and full make up and entered the celebration. I had some hugs and kisses from youth males and deepest kisses. In fact I went there to search for love and dreamt to have it after long period as my lovely friend leaved me to another one that shocked me a lot. We danced on mad music, we jumped, sang songs that glorify Israel, and damned Arab.

We drunk wines ad a lot of alcohol

 

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Face the life Chapter 7 The Aftermath of the Matc

 

Chapter 7

Physical & Emotional Impact 

As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted in a cacophony of cheers from the Crestwood supporters. Thunder’s teammates surrounded him, their voices filled with joy and excitement. They had fought hard and emerged victorious, and the atmosphere was electric with celebration. But amidst the jubilation, a contrasting wave of disappointment rolled in from the opposing team’s supporters.

Thunder noticed the Eagles’ fans, their faces clouded with anger and frustration. Some shouted insults in his direction, their words sharp and cutting. “You got lucky!” one yelled. “You don’t deserve this win!”

 

The negativity stung, and Thunder felt tears welling in his eyes. Despite the victory, the harsh words from the opposing fans pierced through the jubilant cheers surrounding him. He had worked so hard, and yet, the joy of the moment was tainted by their disdain.

A Moment of Vulnerability

Feeling overwhelmed, Thunder turned away from the crowd. He stepped aside, seeking a moment of solitude to collect his thoughts. The joy of the game felt overshadowed by the hurtful comments. The tears began to flow freely now, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of defeat creeping in.

 

Just then, he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. It was his mother, Mrs. Parker, her expression filled with compassion. “Thunder, sweetheart,” she said softly, kneeling down to meet his gaze. “I saw what happened. Don’t let their words get to you.”

 

Through his tears, Thunder looked into her eyes, seeking comfort. “But Mom, they’re right. I didn’t play perfectly. What if they’re right about me not deserving this win?”

 

Mrs. Parker shook her head firmly. “The mountain was exposing itself to hard winds, but it bears fruit, Thunder. Just like you. You’ve faced challenges, and you’ve grown. This victory doesn’t diminish that,” she replied, her voice steady and reassuring.

 

Finding Strength

Thunder took a deep breath, processing her words. The metaphor of the mountain resonated with him. He realized that like the mountain, he had faced tough winds—self-doubt, criticism, and the pressure of the game. But he had also risen above them, not only scoring goals but inspiring his team and his audience.

Mrs. Parker continued, “What matters is that you stood up and played your heart out. You’ve shown everyone what you’re capable of. Don’t let a few bitter voices drown out the support from those who love you.”

 

Taking her words to heart, Thunder wiped his tears away and stood tall. He could feel a shift within him, a determination to embrace both the victory and the criticism. He had worked hard, and he deserved to celebrate that effort.

 

The reception

As he turned back to the field, he saw his teammates still celebrating, their faces filled with joy. The Crestwood fans were chanting his name, their cheers overwhelming the negative voices. “Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!” they cried, their support lifting him higher.

 

Thunder took a moment to soak in the atmosphere. He realized that his true supporters were here—those who believed in him, who celebrated not just the goals but the journey he had taken to get here. He felt a wave of gratitude for each person who had cheered him on, for his teammates who had fought alongside him, and for his mother, who had always been his rock.

 

Standing Proud

 

With renewed strength, Thunder rejoined his teammates, a smile breaking through the remnants of his earlier sadness. “We did it, guys!” he shouted, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. The team cheered, pulling him into their midst once more.

 

In that moment, he understood that winning wasn’t just about the score. It was about the camaraderie, the effort, and the resilience to rise above challenges. He felt proud of what they had accomplished together.

 

The Eagles’ fans continued to express their disappointment, but Thunder chose to focus on the positive energy surrounding him. He thought of his mother’s words and the strength he had found within himself. He could face criticism and negativity because he had the support of those who truly mattered.

 

A New Perspective

 

As the celebration continued, Thunder caught sight of some of the Eagles’ fans still shouting insults. But instead of feeling hurt, he felt a sense of pity. They were missing the beauty of the game, the joy of sportsmanship, and the lessons that came from both winning and losing.

 

With a newfound perspective, he turned to face them. “It’s just a game!” he called out, his voice steady. “We all worked hard, and that’s what matters! Let’s celebrate the spirit of the game, not just the score!”

 

Some of the Eagles’ fans paused, surprised by his words. A few even nodded, realizing the truth in what he said. It was a reminder that sports were about more than just winning; they were about passion, teamwork, and respect for one another.

 

A Future of Possibilities

 

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the field, Thunder felt a sense of peace wash over him. He had learned valuable lessons today—not just about football, but about resilience, support, and the importance of positive energy.

 

His mother joined him, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. “I’m so proud of you, Thunder. You’ve shown so much strength and character today,” she said, her eyes shining with love.

 

“Thank you, Mom,” he replied, feeling the warmth of her encouragement. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

 

With the celebration continuing around them, Thunder stood tall, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead. He knew that he would face criticism again, but he also knew he had the strength to rise above it. He had the support of his teammates, the love of his mother, and the belief in himself that would carry him forward.

 

As they walked off the field together, he felt a sense of excitement for the future. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to face it head-on, with courage and determination.

 

 

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Face the life Chapter 6 A Moment of Inspiration

 

Chapter 6

 

A Moment of Inspiration

 

 

 

As the crowd erupted in celebration after Thunder’s last goal, the energy in the stadium reached a fever pitch. His mother, Mrs. Parker, was swept up in the excitement. Wearing her favorite trousers, she ran out from the stands, unable to contain her joy. She waved her arms, cheering for her son, her face lit up with pride.

 

Thunder, seeing her enthusiasm, felt a surge of inspiration. He couldn’t help but imitate her jubilant run as he moved down the field, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He darted past a steel column that marked the edge of the playing area, using it as a makeshift shield against the defenders.

A New Strategy

 

As the game continued, the Eagles regrouped, their defenders tightening their formation. But Thunder had a plan. He remembered how his mother had always encouraged him to focus, to visualize success. Inspired by her unwavering support, he concentrated on the game ahead, determined to make another impact.

 

“Stay focused,” he whispered to himself, recalling the feeling of the last goal. The ball was now at his feet, and he could see a defender closing in on him.

 

With a quick glance, he spotted his mother in the stands, still cheering, her spirit infectious. She shot her arms into the air, signaling for him to keep going. The sight filled him with renewed energy. He could hear her voice in his head: “You can do this, Thunder!”

 

Deceiving the Defender

 

Thunder knew he had to be quick. The defender was coming at him, trying to cut off his path. With a burst of determination, he feigned to the right, then quickly shifted to the left. The defender, caught off guard, stumbled slightly as Thunder slipped past him.

 

The crowd gasped in unison, their excitement palpable. “Go, Thunder!” they shouted, their voices blending into a powerful symphony of encouragement. He could feel their energy propelling him forward.

 

Now with the ball at his feet and an open path ahead, Thunder sprinted toward the goal. He could see the goalkeeper moving into position, ready to block any attempt he made. But this time, Thunder was ready.

 

The First Goal

 

As he approached the penalty area, Thunder took a deep breath and centered himself. He remembered every practice, every encouraging word from his mother and the support from his teammates. He felt a sense of clarity wash over him. This was his moment.

 

Pushing the ball slightly ahead of him, he prepared to take the shot. The goalkeeper crouched low, anticipating his move. Thunder focused intently, blocking out the noise around him. He visualized the ball soaring into the net as he drew back his leg.

 

With a swift motion, he struck the ball cleanly. It rocketed toward the goal, curving just enough to evade the goalkeeper's outstretched hands. The net rippled as the ball hit its mark with a satisfying thud.

 

 A Triumphant Celebration

 

The crowd erupted in wild cheers. Thunder stood frozen for a moment, disbelief washing over him. He had done it—he had scored his first goal of the game! The roar of applause filled his ears, and he felt as though he were flying.

 

His teammates rushed to him, lifting him off the ground in a celebratory embrace. “You did it, Thunder!” they shouted, their joy infectious.

 

In the stands, Mrs. Parker jumped up and down, her excitement unmatched. She waved her arms in triumph, a pure expression of pride on her face. Thunder met her gaze, and in that moment, he felt an unbreakable bond between them.

 

The Power of Belief

 

As the game continued, Thunder played with renewed vigor, spurred on by the crowd and the unwavering support of his mother. He was no longer just a player on the field; he was a symbol of hope and determination.

 

With each pass, each run, and each play, Thunder embraced the spirit of the game, fueled by the love and encouragement surrounding him. He had learned that victory wasn’t just about winning; it was about the journey, the people who believed in him, and the strength he found within himself.

 

As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, Thunder knew this was just the beginning. The cheers of the crowd and the pride in his mother’s eyes were reminders that he could achieve anything he set his mind to.

 

With his heart full, he looked toward the future, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead. He had scored his first goal, but more importantly, he had discovered his true power—one that would carry him through life, on and off the field.

 

 

 

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face the life Chapter 5 The Match Begins

The Match Begins

 

The atmosphere at Crestwood High’s championship match was electric. Fans filled the stands, waving flags and chanting the names of their favorite players. Thunder stood on the sidelines, heart pounding, as the whistle blew to start the game. He had been waiting for this moment, not just to play, but to prove himself.

 

However, the initial excitement quickly turned to dread as the opposing team, the Rivertown Eagles, took control of the game. Within the first ten minutes, they scored their first goal, sending the crowd into a frenzy. The Eagles were fast, skilled, and relentless, and the Crestwood team struggled to keep up.

 

As the first half continued, the Eagles scored again, making it 2-0. A wave of despair washed over Thunder as he watched his teammates falter. Coach Thompson paced the sidelines, frustration evident in his posture. The players looked defeated, and Thunder felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

 

The Plea for Change

 

With every passing minute, the situation grew direr. The Crestwood team was losing momentum, and the audience began to murmur. Thunder could hear snippets of conversations filled with concern and disappointment.

 

“Come on, let’s go!” one fan shouted. “This isn’t the team we know!”

 

Thunder’s heart ached for his teammates. He had joined this team not just to play football but to be part of something bigger. He had fought for this moment, and now, it seemed to be slipping away.

 

As the first half neared its end, Thunder couldn’t contain his desire to help. He turned to Coach Thompson, his determination unwavering. “Coach, please let me in! We need to turn this around!” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice.

 

Coach Thompson’s face was grim. “It’s too late. We can’t risk it. We need our strongest players out there,” he replied, but Thunder could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

 

Entering the Field

 

Just as the second half began, the crowd erupted into cheers as the coaches huddled on the sidelines. The players were restless, and the energy shifted. Thunder stepped forward, ready to make his case again, but before he could say anything, the audience started chanting his name.

The coatch refusedto let him enter and paly the match ,as hwanted clever and strong player , not that player enter to amuse himself like a baby, when thunder approached him against a rule of players, the coach looked at him with “neglected look”

Thunder insisted to say his words, the catch prevented and shouted at him.

Thunder lost his temper and fell into land unconsciously.

His mother came down and ambulance car which stood a side came in hurry and transported him out of the stadium. While the crowd called at his name, “thunder, thunder, thunder”

When he got up in a hospital he cried a lot, while her mother hugged him strongly. He was

crying so hard

 

 

“Thunder! Thunder! Thunder!”

 

The sound was overwhelming. Fans stood up, waving their arms, and the chants grew louder. “We want Thunder! Let him play!”

 

The pressure mounted, and Coach Thompson looked conflicted. With the team down by two goals and the crowd demanding change, he finally relented. “Alright, Thunder. You’re in,” he said reluctantly.

 

Thunder’s heart soared as he sprinted onto the field, adrenaline coursing through him. He quickly took his position, ready to make an impact.

 

A Challenging Start

 

As the second half resumed, the Crestwood team seemed to find a spark. Thunder moved fluidly, positioning himself strategically, eager to receive the ball. The coach’s initial reluctance faded as he watched Thunder’s determination.

 

But the Eagles were not going to back down easily. They pressed hard, and Thunder found himself in a defensive position, struggling to catch up with the fast-paced game. The sound of the crowd faded as he focused on the ball, determined to keep it away from their goal.

 

Minutes turned into an eternity, and with every passing second, the tension grew. The Eagles continued to dominate, but Thunder refused to give up. He remembered the chants from the crowd, the belief they had in him, and the hard work he had put in just to be here.

 

The Turning Point

 

With ten minutes left in the game, the Crestwood team was still down by two goals. The atmosphere shifted from hopeful to desperate. The audience, once vibrant, began to murmur in discontent.

 

“Loser is loser!” a voice shouted from the crowd, and Thunder felt the weight of those words. They echoed in his mind, pushing him to fight even harder. He couldn’t let this be the end.

 

Suddenly, a break in the Eagles’ defense opened up before him. His teammate, Jake, saw the opening and passed the ball to Thunder. It was now or never.

 

Thunder took a deep breath and sprinted toward the goal, feeling the rush of adrenaline surge through him. He dodged a defender and aimed for the net, striking the ball with everything he had.

 

The ball soared toward the goal, but a defender intercepted it. The crowd gasped. Thunder felt a moment of despair but quickly regained his composure, chasing after the loose ball.

 

The Final Moments

 

The game clock was winding down, and the Crestwood team seemed to lose hope. The Eagles were relentless, pressing hard and showing no signs of letting up. But Thunder refused to accept defeat.

 

In a last-ditch effort, he rallied his teammates. “Come on! We can still do this! Let’s fight!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the tension.

 

Inspired, the team found a new energy. They pushed forward, attacking the Eagles with renewed vigor. The crowd erupted once more, chanting Thunder’s name, and the momentum began to shift.

 

With just a minute left on the clock, Thunder received the ball again. This time, he saw an opening and took off. He dribbled past one defender, then another, feeling the exhilaration of the moment. He could hear the cheers of the crowd urging him on.

 

As he approached the goal, he took a shot—but the Eagles' goalkeeper was ready, diving to block it. The ball ricocheted off his hands, and in a stroke of luck, it landed at Thunder’s feet again.

 

The Clutch Goal

 

With seconds left on the clock, Thunder took a deep breath, steadied himself, and shot once more. This time, the ball flew past the outstretched hands of the goalkeeper and into the back of the net.

 

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers as Thunder fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the moment. His teammates rushed to him, lifting him into the air in celebration. They had scored, and the game was now 2-1.

 

But there was still time. The Eagles quickly regrouped, and the game continued.

 

A Bitter End

 

As the final seconds ticked away, Crestwood fought valiantly to equalize. The tension was palpable; the crowd was on their feet, shouting encouragement. But despite their best efforts, the whistle blew, sealing their fate at 2-1.

 

Thunder sank to the ground, disappointment washing over him. He had fought hard, but it hadn’t been enough. The chants had faded, replaced by a somber realization that they had lost the match.

 

The words “loser is loser” echoed in his mind, but he shook his head, refusing to accept that label. He had stepped onto that field, faced his fears, and played with everything he had.

 

A Lesson Learned

 

As the crowd began to disperse, Thunder felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Coach Thompson. “You did well out there, Thunder,” he said, his voice softer than before. “You showed real heart. I should have believed in you from the start.”

 

Thunder looked up, surprised. “Thank you, Coach. I just wanted to help the team.”

 

“You did more than that. You inspired them. We’ll get them next time,” Coach Thompson reassured him.

 

Though they had lost the match, Thunder learned that true victory lay not in winning trophies but in perseverance, teamwork, and the courage to stand up for oneself. He had found his place on the team, and that was worth celebrating.

 

As he walked off the field, he glanced at the stands where his mother stood, tears in her eyes but a proud smile on her face. Thunder knew he would return stronger, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, with his team by his side. The journey was just beginning.

 

 

 

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