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Without Dignity, Identity Is Erased.

My Agent And I Put Out My Proposal One Thursday Afternoon In August, 1998. Publishers Started Bidding Immediately, And That Process Progressed For A Few Days.

Every Day After Lunch When I Was Writing My First Book, I'd Nibble A Square Of Fine Chocolate And Meditate On All That Had Gone Into Its Creation: The Sun And Rain That Spilled On The Cocoa Plant, The Soil That Nourished It, The Hands That Picked The Beans, And So On. My Taste Of Chocolate Became A Lesson On The Interconnectedness Of Things, And The Infinite Blessings For Which I Am Grateful.

Finally, I Wish To Remember The Millions Of Allied Servicemen And Prisoners Of War Who Lived The Story Of The Second World War. Many Of These Men Never Came Home; Many Others Returned Bearing Emotional And Physical Scars That Would Stay With Them For The Rest Of Their Lives. I Come Away From This Book With The Deepest Appreciation For What These Men Endured, And What They Scarified, For The Good Of Humanity. It Is To Them That This Book {unbroken} Is Dedicated.

When He Thought Of His History, What Resonated With Him Now Was Not All That He Had Suffered But The Divine Love That He Believed Had Intervened To Save Him.