I love the fact that I am still breathing and traversing this planet called Earth. There was a time when life felt unfair. I kept making mistakes and living a hard existence. I was on the verge of losing everything I worked so hard to achieve. My quest for my first million dollars came to an abrupt end. Almost losing my house, cars, motorcycles, and filing bankruptcy. I thought this would never happen to me. A hard working individual is always supposed to be in the top five percent of his profession, right?

Has this happened to you? When you are down in the dumps, working for someone else,( which was a hard to change one’s attitude) and struggle to survive? Then the impossible happens and your beautiful wife, the foundation of your being dies of cancer, leaving only memories of a forty-two year relationship. Yes guilt followed, tons of guilt, What did I do Lord to have you take her from me?

My wife was a wonderful human being whose last words to me was, “ Find someone else, do not feel sorry for yourself; I love you!” I lost seven family members in a course of seven years. I began to write poetry, short stories, novels; fourteen books to date and never looked back at the difficulties in life. I stopped my heavy drinking and found a new life partner. I quess the old cliches are true, never give up and be happy.

The sun still rises and sets everyday and my life is good. I live in Costa Rica and take a deep breath every day and recite, “ Thank you Lord! You give me reason to love life. Pura Vida!

Below are links to my books and an except, Thank You!

Lucky walks five miles to a convenience store and hails a cab to his private airstrip where John is patiently waiting. He flies to a friend’s house in Iraq, General Michael Stevenson, who has a secret airstrip. The General is retired and does clandestine work for the US Government.
“Hi Mike, how are you?”
“I got your fax from Thomas, and I understand what needs to be down. I found out there is a meeting of the Mustafa Family tomorrow night at eight in the evening. How do you want to do this?” Ask the General.
“I will walk in the house and kill them all. If I do not succeed, I will be dead. It must be done to save my family. I understand there is a Mother, Father and three boys, correct? Do you know the size of the house and number of rooms?” Ask Lucky.
“Yes, it is two floors, Mother and Father live downstairs and the boys upstairs. The boys live elsewhere, but they stay overnight on meeting nights. They are devoted terrorist like Mustafa, and his Sister was,” Says the General.
“Nobody knows I arrived today?” Ask Lucky.”

Excerpt From
The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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Author: tmnugent

Poet Author. Living in Costa rica Pura Vida. Love to travel, play with my dogs and write poetry. My girlfriend and I enjoy life and could't be happier living here

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