ÊMy life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident. If, when I was a boy, and went forth into the world poor and friendless, a good fairy had met me and said, "Choose now thy own course through life, and the object for which thou wilt strive, and then, according to the development of thy mind, and as reason requires, I will guide and defend thee to its attainment," my fate could not, even then, have been directed more happily, more prudently, or better. The history of my life will say to the world what it says to meÑThere is a loving God, who directs all things for the best. My native land, Denmark, is a poetical land, full of popular traditions, old songs, and an eventful history, which has become bound up with that of Sweden and Norway. The Danish islands are possessed of beautiful beech woods, and corn and clover fields: they resemble gardens on a great scale. Upon one of these green islands, Funen, stands Odense, the place of my birth. Odense is called after the pagan god Odin, who, as tradition states, lived here: this place is the capital of the province, and lies twenty-two Danish miles from Copenhagen. In the year 1805 there lived here, in a small mean room, a young married couple, who were extremely attached to each other; he was a shoemaker, scarcely twenty-two years old, a man of a richly gifted and truly poetical mind. His wife, a few years older than himself, was ignorant of life and of the world, but possessed a heart full of love. The young man had himself made his shoemaking bench, and the bedstead with which he began housekeeping; this bedstead he had made out of the wooden frame which had borne only a short time before the coffin of the deceased Count Trampe, as he lay in state, and the remnants of the black cloth on the wood work kept the fact still in remembrance. Instead of a noble corpse, surrounded by crape and wax-lights, here lay, on the second of April, 1805, a living and weeping child,Ñthat was myself, Hans Christian Andersen. During the first day of my existence my father is said to have sate by the bed and read aloud in Holberg, but I cried all the time. "Wilt thou go to sleep, or listen quietly?" it is reported that my father asked in joke; but I still cried on; and even in the church, when I was taken to be baptized, I cried so loudly that the preacher, who was a passionate man, said, "The young one screams like a cat!" which words my mother never forgot. A poor emigrant, Gomar, who stood as godfather, consoled her in the mean time by saying that the louder I cried as a child, all the more beautifully should I sing when I grew older.
On February 28, 2008, to great international surprise, the British Ministry of Defense released a statement acknowledging that Prince Harry, son of the late Princess Diana and third in line to the British throne, had secretly been deployed to Afghanistan. Subsequent reports revealed that the prince had killed up to thirty Taliban insurgents in directing at least three air strikes, and that he had helped Gurkha troops repel a ground attack of Taliban insurgents using a machine gun. On February 29, Prince Harry was withdrawn from the country with distinction via a covert SAS deployment. This is the amazing story of the first British royal to serve his country in 25 years and his 10 heroic weeks of combat.
A group of teens in a mountain town, during a late night prank, find suspicious activity in a local attraction. They realize recent mysterious deaths in the community trace back to what they discovered. Plagued with nightmares, visions, and unnerving coincidences, the teens struggle with alliances, beliefs and their own personal strengths and weaknesses while reality and love are redefined. Power couple Tanner and Heather, Nerd Brianna, True-hearted Bumbler Jack and Sensitive Jock Tristan aren't sure what they saw when they broke into a building in the mountains, but they are haunted by the experience. Murder and madness force the teens to act: will they be victims or victors?
Dear readers, this is all about my true life story and my true country. If there any problems happening to you that is similar to my story, please try to do the best you can and try to do the right thing to survive. I mean, don’t hurt yourself or somebody else, because every human life is very priceless. If you are really stressed, go to the Cambodian temple near you and tell the monk that you want to be a monk for a couple of weeks to pay respect to your parents. If you can do that, then you will feel better, believe me. By the way, I am not telling you what to do, but it’s only my idea. Hoping that after you read my story, you probably will learn and share about my true life experience. After all, I wish you all luck and a happy life.
The co-founder of a brand studio describes how businesses can change their marketing strategies to describe and promote their brand's story in an effort to appeal to modern consumers who have become increasingly interested in what a business embodies and represents. 20,000 first printing.
