Yesterday Is Tomorrow
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Dr. Jacobs finished the day at his clinic by removing cataracts from an elderly lady and was looking forward to getting home to be with his wife Karen. As he pulled into their driveway, he was met by Karen in her jogging pants. “Honey, don’t you think it is getting late to go for a jog.” “I won’t be long” she said. “Supper is ready so wait for me. I was busy today with shopping.” When he went in, he saw the note she had left so he washed up and caught the news. When she was late returning, he started to worry and drove the route they always use for running and she was nowhere to be seen. After an hour he called the police and they started looking as well, but she didn’t show up. By morning, he knew something terrible had happened. Two days later her body was found at the city dump. Detectives tracked her by going door to door to ask for homeowners to look at their outdoor home security cameras for help in tracking her and one showed her being pulled into a car then a second one showing the car’s license plate as it made a turn on the street that led to the dump site where her body was found. An arrest was made that evening charging a drifter, Alan Reese, with murder. Dr. Jacobson was devastated and closed his practice for almost a month, but continued to pay his employees during the time the office was closed. Without Karen, there was no one to watch Ben, their dog, during the day so Dr. Jacobs started taking him to work with him and Ben would relax on a big dog bed in Dr. Jacob’s office. Ben knew something was wrong and tried to comfort him because normally Karen and Doc took him to the park to play two or three days a week. On Sunday, he took Ben to the park and parked at the last exit. This is an area which had a grassy area on both sides of the park suitable for picnics. About 100 feet from the road, the trees and underbrush were allowed to grow naturally. It was hard to look at this section of the park without seeing it as the edge of a forest. He let Ben out and he immediately ran a zigzag course across the grass, stopping to sniff where a squirrel or other dog had visited. Doc called Ben back to the car and got the Frisbee out that he had brought and threw it as far as he could. “Fetch Ben”. It ended up in the underbrush and Ben quickly came out and brought his trophy Frisbee. It was getting late and even the picnickers were leaving so after several more tosses Ben jumped in the car still holding the Frisbee. The courthouse was a four story round building. It also had an outside walkway attached to the building circling it from the top floor to the ground with a five-foot wrought iron fence so no one could fall during an emergency evacuation. Doc had been using it each day, so he didn’t have to go down with all the others inside making their way down to the ground floor. He knew he would have to answer questions from attending reporters if he went down with everyone else. When the jurors broke for lunch on the third day of the trial, Doc made his way to the spiral walkway outside down to the third floor and felt like he was going to be sick and leaned back against the building. Unexpectantly, Sgt Turner and another guard escorting Mr. Reese saw Doc, but before they could stop him he had grabbed Reese and with a strength he didn’t know and shoved him over the railing to his death three stories below. Sgt Turner later received only a reprimand because he had checked the emergency exit just before the jurors went to lunch and no one was on it. Doc was arrested, but his attorney quickly posted bail and he was released with an ankle monitor. His medical practice continued to flourish. He knew that he was guilty and even with good behavior, he would not be able to get out in time to reestablish his business practice. So doc asked April, his office manager/assistant, to look after Ben and occasionally take him to the park for exercise. She knew it took a lot of trust for him to ask, so she agreed. Six months later, after a short trial Doc pled guilty and was sentenced to 20 years in prison. At 28 years old, he had lost the two most important things in his life, Karen and his medical practice. But, if he could live just one day over, he would never have let Karen go for a jog so late in the evening. Little did Doc know he would go back in time, but a lot further than expected.
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About the Book
Dr. Anthony Jim Jacobs (Doc) is one of the nation’s leading ophthalmologists, who was suddenly transported back in time by a freak accident after his wife’s death. With his trusty companion Ben, the family Dog, will he merely be an observer or will he intercede and possibly change history as we know it? Doc was welcomed as an honorary member to the Kiwanee Tribe where he became a confidant and friend to the Chief of Kiwanee Tribe. There was an opposing force to the Kiwanee’s though, who were a race of blonde haired, light skinned warriors. The light skins are lazy and dependent on frequent raids and their slave trade. Traders have told them about a strange, light skinned healer called “Doc” and they intend to have him for their own, but first the light skins must kidnap the Chief of the Kiwanee Tribe’s wife to get to Doc. Noma: Daughter of Kara and her light skinned captor. Strikingly beautiful but different and shunned by all except her parents. Can her mother’s spirit dream come true? Will Noma lead her people or merely become a slave to others if Thack can no longer protect her?
About the Author
After a successful military career, Carl went into civil service supporting military bases across the US, Europe, and Hawaii. The only thing he hated were the long flights, so he decided to write a book to pass time. No laptops back then, so it was just pen and paper. Flights were not crowded, so Carl always sat in the three seats on the last row across from where the stewardess prepared meals for the long flights. If he got tired of writing, he would take a break and listen to the gossip. You could also see one of the restrooms from his seat. Once, he noticed a gentleman come out with a big smile on his face. Then an attractive young lady came out of the same restroom. Guess that is what is called joining the mile high club. After Carl retired, he found an interest in classic cars and spent the next 10 years restoring them and going to car shows. One day recently, his oldest grandson Vic, that he considers a son, visited, and noticed a pile of handwritten papers in his office and asked what they were. Carl told him and Vic asked if he could go through them to put them in order. Then a couple of weeks later, Vic brought them back and encouraged Carl to finish it, but with a computer instead of pen and paper. Had it not been for Vic and his support and encouragement, he would never have finished it.