A glowing life that was destined to be great turns into a horrific nightmare. Devastated by loss and disfigured Teera must endure and carry on for her children. My guest author Teera de Fonseka shares her spirit for life and her memoir that life after tragedy is possible.
According to a reviewer Aisha she states that even though many of the events in the book were horrific, the writer kept the tone hopeful. She loves that the end of the book speaks of forgiving people who cause you pain but, also not giving up on life and trusting that God is able to restore whatever you lose.
About Teera: A Life of Hope and Fulfillment
Teera’s life was beautiful. Having grown up in the splendor of a beachside paradise, Teera settled down in a good home with the love of her life and their two gorgeous children. Filled with love, joy, and a promising future, Teera’s world was nearly perfect, until the night her husband was violently murdered while the two of them lay in bed sleeping. The assailant intended to kill her too, but Teera survived. Devastated by loss and disfigured from a gruesome facial wound, her infants still to care for, Teera learned to endure and to carry on. Yet the murder was only the beginning. It would be years before Teera escaped the turmoil she faced in Sri Lanka, finding refuge for her family in a far away land. This is Teera’s life of hope and fulfillment, a declaration of faith and of love. Honest, inspiring and heart-rending, Teera’s is an incredible saga set against an enchanting tropical landscape tainted by bloodshed and betrayal.
Paperback: 234 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (February 22, 2015)
Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.6 x 8 inches
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Teera de Fonseka is a mother, a grandmother, and a writer living in Los Angeles, California. In her free time she enjoys reading, writing and walking her dog, Tigger. Writing especially has become a hobby for Teera in recent years, as she has worked to publish her memoirs. She loves to spend her days, as she puts it, “writing her heart out.”
Writing has brought Teera a great deal of peace and she wants to encourage others to write their hearts out too. She hopes that her story can touch and inspire others. After having had a chance to tell her tale, Teera wants to keep helping people. She finds inspiration in the talent that she sees in the people around her. She wants to encourage these people to do everything that they can with these talents, and to live up to their potential; to trust in God’s plan for them.
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A Life of Hope and Fulfillment Book Excerpt One
Sri Lanka was not always a place to escape from. In many ways, I wish I never had to leave. But I did, and that’s another story that I’m only beginning to address. When I was growing up, Sri Lanka was paradise. It was home, and I didn’t know anything outside of the little teardrop shaped island off the coast of India that we called Ceylon.
It is customary where I come from to name the home that your family resides in. A lot of families would proudly display the name of their first-born son somewhere near the door. Others would display religious tributes or anything else that might be relevant to their household. My family’s home has a wooden sign with the name “Sea Breeze” carved into it, a tribute to both the ocean we lived on, and the safe serenity that home granted our family.
A Life of Hope and Fulfillment Book Excerpt Two
As we excited out the back of the house, the familiar scent of salty wind brushed quickly against my face. Past the fence surrounding the backyard you could still see the water and the overturned boats along the shore. The three of us made small talk. After a few minutes, Sirimathi began to feel more comfortable and asked, “Why haven’t you kept in touch with us?”
I was stunned by the question. Words of rage bubbled up inside of me. “Well, after everything that had happened.” I said.
Before I let myself go on, I chose to stop. She wasn’t worth it. And my anger would have accomplished nothing. Besides, so long as I take the higher road, she can’t touch me. Sirimathi and I stared blankly at each other as the conversation trailed off.