Lights in the Night Sky

Before you judge me, before you decide what’s real and what isn’t, I need you to understand one thing before you open this book: Nothing in these pages is made up. I didn’t write this story to entertain you. I didn’t write it to shock you. I wrote it because I lived it, and because something—call it God, call it the universe, call it fate—made it clear to me that this story isn’t mine to keep anymore. For most of my life, I thought I was alone. I thought the tragedies, the injustice, the addictions, the betrayals, the lights in the sky, the triangles that appeared when nobody else was looking—I thought all of it was punishment. I thought I was cursed. Marked. Set aside to break. I didn’t know then that all of it was preparation. There are things in this world that most people never see. Things that don’t fit into the rules we’re taught to believe. Things that rise from the water in the quiet hours of the morning. Things that hover in perfect triangles in the blackness of the night sky and then disappear like they were never there. Things that follow you, whisper to you, warn you, protect you. Most people never notice them. I couldn’t escape them. And then there were the other things—the human things. The judge who didn’t care about the truth. The jail cells that smelled like defeat. The tanks full of men who were forgotten. The label I’ve worn for three decades because of a lie. The system that stacked the deck before I ever sat down to play. But every time I broke, something held me together. A woman at a motel counter who hugged me when I had nothing left. A stranger in a jail cell who said words I still hear in my sleep. A Bible verse that appeared on the exact day I needed it. A dove that flew inches from my face the morning I thought God had abandoned me. A man named Emanuel who appeared just long enough to tell me exactly how much time I had left before freedom. Signs. Messages. Warnings. And mercy—hidden in places where mercy shouldn’t exist. If you only take one thing from my story, let it be this: There is more to this world than what we see. Much more. And the universe will speak to you—if you’re desperate enough, broken enough, or brave enough to listen. So this is my life. Not the cleaned-up version. Not the version the courts wrote about me. Not the version people whispered behind my back. This is the version I never planned to tell. The version I survived. Read it with an open mind. Read it with an open heart. Read it knowing that every word in this book is the truth as it happened. And if my story finds you at the right moment—if it reaches you the way the signs reached me—then maybe it will remind you of something I learned the hardest way possible: God is not done with your story. And the darkness you’re walking through might just be the place where the light finally finds you. —Fernando Fraga
ASIN: B0GHYYRVPL
VSKU: BVV.B0GHYYRVPL.VG
Condition: Very Good
Author/Artist:Fraga, Fernando
Binding: Hardcover
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Condition Notes: Book has little sign of wear or use