Back in October, when I began researching the first book in a new series, I came across a remarkable story. A group of CIA operatives murdered by a suicide bomber in Afghanistan, in December 2009. Of the seven patriots that lost their lives that day, the story of one amazing woman remained with me. Her name was Elizabeth Hanson.

You can read more about Ms. Hanson and the incident itself here: "Who Was Elizabeth Hanson." Washington Post reporter Joby Warrick was the person who investigated the tragedy. He wrote a book about it: THE TRIPLE AGENT.

Though the incident was tragic, it wasn't what lingered in my soul. As I contemplated, I started rereading the article on the website. That's when it occurred to me - it was something that I read that remained with me. It was a slogan written on a paperweight that Ms. Hanson kept on her desk. A question, 

"What would you do if you knew you could not fail?"

My first reaction was - any person that had that for their motto must be ... must have been exceptional.

I asked myself the question.

But before an answer came to me, other individuals started popping into my head - my dad ... my wife ... the great inventor I apprenticed under as a journeyman mechanical engineer. Still others, heroes from the Bible and from history. Then more - people who overcame physical, financial, and psychological obstacles.

They were men and women of all ages and races. Some were known the world over, while others virtually anonymous. Yet, it occurred to me that all of these exceptional people had the same thing in common. They live(d) their lives in the spirit of that question. They live(d) their lives as if they knew they could not fail.

Each of them have achieved great goals in their own ways. Each of them have accomplished so much and not just financially; some spiritually, and others charitably. All of them have added chapters to the human story. And though their success stories be diverse, to me, the source of their success can be traced to the way they live(d) their lives.

"Fearlessly" is a silly word that should never be applied to people who have accomplished great feats. For without fear, whether it be fear of harm ... or loss of life ... or of failure ... or of letting others down, there would be no challenge. And without challenge, there is no overcoming, no accomplishment, no victory.

People that have accomplished great things are not individuals devoid of fear, but those who succeed by overcoming it. I'm sure you know some, perhaps even you are one. They are people of strong character, indomitable, relentless, tenacious ... extraordinary individuals. They don't quit though they are not always the strongest or fastest or smartest or boldest.

But they are always the bravest.

For bravery is not the trait of a fearless person, lest the reckless actions of a fool be considered brave. Bravery is the quality that allows us to overcome our fears and succeed.

It is said that, "The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom." Perhaps then, overcoming that fear is the end of wisdom - its completion, leading to true oneness with the Most High.

For me, the answer to Ms. Hanson's motto is, "Exactly what I'm doing. Each evening, with fear, saying a prayer of thanks and asking for forgiveness, wisdom, and strength ... only to rise early the next morning renewed, brave and inspired. My prayers answered, in measure, according to my faith."

How about you? What would you do if you knew you could not fail?

I hope you read, THE EAGLE'S PLUME (ARCHANGEL, Mission Log #1). It is dedicated to the memory of a brave woman ... a patriot ... and yet another hero never mentioned, Elizabeth Hanson.

Some years ago I met Philip Norbert. Our sons were playing on the same little league baseball team. From our love of everything artistic (and our irreverent sense of humor), we quickly became friends. Philip is a talented director. We talk all the time about the convergence of the various medias - books, cinema, TV, audio, gaming. We talked also about the various platforms on which our converged art is now available - TV, radio, computers, tablets, phones, eReaders.

Countless pints over the past few years have led to some very cool conversations. So many possibilities. So many opportunities to interact, cooperate, and create.

Among Philip's many talents is his uncanny ability to bring together people. Not just any people. People who are motivated to create in this new era of art-meets-media. Writers - cinematographers - audio experts - actors - photographers - graphic designers - artists - technical experts like lighting directors - riggers - editors - website designers - marketing experts. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE! Their creativity, their expertise, and their artist souls motivate me!

We get together, bend an arm and dream, but with the resolve to turn our dreams into reality. While some of our ideas, dreams, and visions will take time to realize, some can be accomplished today, like this new series trailer.

What's a series trailer? Well, it's my idea to, instead of creating individual book trailers, create an audio-visual promo piece that encompasses an entire series. For indie publishers like me, it can save lots of money, and at the same time, it allows us to focus more money on ONE trailer, thus allowing the trailer to be of much higher quality. It also serves to tie together the individual novels of a series in the eyes of the reader.

The Cris De Niro series trailer could not have been created without the extraordinary talents and effort of Philip Norbert of Inklinker. Along with Philip's most excellent Inklinker team, most noteworthy - Brad Hill (Cinematographer/Editor) and John McClain (Audio/Editing).

I'll be promoting Inklinker more in the near future because they are simply the best at what they do. They will soon become a one-stop shopping for indie publishers and authors who need anything by way of - video content (series trailers, book trailers Q&A/Interviews, active content, etc) - graphic design (book covers, inside artwork, logos, branding, etc) - audio and audiobook creation - website design - advertisement creation, social network marketing, etc ... all with a cohesive idea. An indie will be able to form a long-term relationship with Inklinker and by utilizing one trusted source, save time, effort, and money.

I'm excited about the trailer and wanted to share a little about my friends at Inklinker. They are based in Las Vegas, Nevada but travel the globe creating the best content available anywhere.

If you want to contact Philip, there is a "Contact Us" on the Inklinker website (tell 'em g sent you) or you can reach out to me and I can introduce you.

I hope you enjoy the trailer. If you do, please "Like" it on YouTube and share it.

Blessings & Peace,
GdeM

My diagnosis was a shock to me. I had only opted for cosmetic surgery to remove a lump from my neck that the surgeon had told me was probably just a benign tumor. As it turned out, the doctor discovered a cancerous tumor encapsulated in one of my parotid (salivary) glands. It  had to be removed, which meant my facial nerves to the right side of my face had to be dissected causing facial paralysis, and just as serious, another tumor was discovered very close to my brain stem. The surgeon had to remove my right ear in order to get to it. God controlled my fate that day, allowing the surgeon to find it. You see, my Dad died from a tumor in the identical place just a year later.

I woke up in a hospital room riddled in pain with an IV in my arm, my head and neck tightly wrapped in a bandage, and my head partially shaved. My parents were in the room along with a few of their friends, but none of mine. That was understandable as I didn’t even know the surgery or my condition were that serious, so I hadn’t told anyone. But then another day passed, with only visits from the doctor, nurses and my mother, and then another ….

I asked my mother if anyone had called for me. No one had. I asked her to contact some of the people I considered, at that time, to be my closest friends, just to let them know where I was. She did. Another day passed. No one even bothered to call, let alone visit me.

My hospital stay was lengthened because I was running a temperature. I remember lying in that bed less upset about my terminal illness than I was about my lonely state. I never realized it before becoming ill, but I was now faced with the prospect that I had no real friends. My mind wandered to visions of my funeral, where only my parents and their friends, paying respects, would attend. How could it be?

I wasn’t blaming anyone though, except for myself. I had built my life in a way that attracted individuals to my lifestyle and not to me. I wasn’t feeling self-pity. It was more like a catharsis. My illness was acting as my ‘road to Damascus.’ That may have been all well and good except it didn’t help with my newfound loneliness. I prayed to God to forgive me for living a life that bore no fruit.

After prayer, I lay in the darkness. The pain from my surgery was rivaled by the shame I felt from my self-revelation – I could very possibly die without having one real friend. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was disgusted with myself. I mattered to no one and I had only myself to blame.

Then, as miracles happen, someone appeared at the door to the room. It was late. Visiting hours had passed, so it could only be an orderly. Then I heard my name … no, not my name, a nickname I was called only by a couple of my childhood friends, “Gerry!”

It was indeed a childhood friend of mine, Dominic. Dominic and I were friends from the time he was born, 11 months after I was. We grew up in the same tenement. There was a time when Dominic was like a brother to me. Then we grew up, my parents moved, and we grew apart. We both formed new acquaintances and moved on, but the connection that we forged in the first 13 years of our lives seemed to remain, perhaps in a docile state, but it was there … and now he stood next to my bed. My tears of sadness turned to tears of joy. I wanted to embrace him but I had not even stood on my own feet since the surgery. He helped me out of the bed and I hugged him even with the IV still in my arm.

I asked him what he was doing there. He said he had just found out that I was in the hospital – and that he ran over, as soon as he heard. Now consider this, Dominic owned a Snapple route in Manhattan in those days. He hadn’t seen or heard from me in years. Yet, the moment he heard, he raced to the hospital, after 14 hours of hard, manual labor (it was after 9 PM when he arrived and he was still dressed in his dirty, sweat-soaked work clothes), AND got past hospital security, just to be by my side.

It was then that I learned what real friendship was.

Dominic ended up visiting me regularly over the course of the next three months, while I recuperated from the surgery and began my radiation therapy. As my health faded, I lost so much weight, my hair fell out, and I could hardly stand on my own, but Dominic treated me as he had always treated me … as a friend. He wasn’t appalled by my physical appearance and he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with me in public. In fact, he would show up with an additional motorcycle helmet and take me to lunch. I couldn’t eat because my throat was radiated, but that didn’t matter to me or to him. I enjoyed his company so much. It made me feel ‘normal,’ something cancer patients long to feel.

God was merciful. My cancer went into remission and I met my wife, who was to become my best friend a few months later. We double-dated with Dominic a few times and then I asked him to be in our wedding party. After that, we began to lose contact with each other. Once again, our lives grew in different directions. My wife and I moved out of state. We would only see Dominic once more and to this day.

I’ve only talked to him once by phone since then, but on the call it was like we talked yesterday. That’s how it is with real friends … time has no dominion. Dominic was there for me when I needed a real friend. That is something I will never forget. It is something I will value the rest of my life. Today, I daily consider the value of my friendships, with my wife, my sons, my brother, and with the few others I call ‘friend’ … Dominic chief among them.

My new novel, RISE TO THE CALL (Cris De Niro, Book 3), is about real friendship. In it, Cris De Niro returns to his childhood neighborhood to show his sons where he grew up. While there, he’s approached by an old acquaintance, Tommy Skully, who needs help. Neither considered the other particularly a close friend, but Skully will soon learn the power of old-neighborhood kinship and the meaning of real friendship.

You can check it out here:    RISE TO THE CALL (Cris De Niro, Book 3).

I want all of you who read my books to know that I consider you all … my friends!  God Bless!

Nothing about his genealogy, his family, his friends … he had all three.

No mention of his tenure with the one company for which he worked faithfully for 19 years ... or of his success starting his own business, a business that was the best in its industry for 26 years.