{"product_id":"how-to-survive-tough-times-five-strategies-to-cope-with-tough-times-in-todays-world-0741452847","title":"How to Survive Tough Times: Five Strategies to Cope with Tough Times in Today's World","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0741452847\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/strong\u003e Faith Green\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition:\u003c\/strong\u003e New\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eProduct DescriptionHow to Survive Tough Times provides readers with five strategies to cope with tough times in today s world. The strategies help readers build, reinforce and strengthen psychological resilience.About the AuthorFresh air. That ll wake me up, he thought. He stretched his arm out reaching for the door handle, but he missed. He grabbed onto a potted palm tree for balance and stumbled as the stalk gave way in his hand. Finally, he managed to grasp the door handles and steady himself. He shoved open the door and staggered outside on deck four. A stiff wind racing back from the bow of the cruise ship lifted his cap a little, so he pulled it firmly onto his head to keep it from sailing over the rail. Surely he d regain his composure in such an abundance of fresh air. The horizon was like a black hole. No stars, no moon, only darkness. The lights from the ship shined directly below, where the ocean swells crashed against the hull, spraying high into the air before melting back into the frothy sea. He didn t think he was drunk he wasn t that much of a lightweight. So what the hell was going on? Too much sun and fun, I guess, thought Brewer. Need to slow down a bit. Not a kid anymore. Stumbling over to a seemingly endless row of empty deck lounges lined up like soldiers at attention, Brewer pawed at the first chair, held on, and set his drink underneath. His movements were less than graceful. More Jack and Coke lay in a puddle under the chair than remained in the glass. That s it, he thought. No more booze for the rest of the cruise. Or at least for the rest of the night, anyway. Suddenly Brewer felt a surge of energy. Fresh air, I knew it, he thought. That s all I needed. He stood, spun around, and faced the ocean. He inhaled a long, deep breath of the sea air. He took a step and his legs buckled, almost sending him down on the deck. He teetered in the direction of the railing, desperate for something to hold on to. After the second step, he froze in place. He stood motionless, but his slacks and shirt flapped like a flag in a tropical storm. Befuddled as he was, he clung to a fragment of lucidity. No, not the railing. Too far to fall, don t trust myself right now... Alone on the muster station deck, the sixty-two-year-old Brewer closed his eyes and inhaled the sea air. If this didn t work, he d have to stumble and claw his way back to his cabin. Humiliating as that seemed, at least he d be safe. The gusty ocean wind buffeted Brewer s face and muffled the sound of the person who lunged at him from behind. Lethargic and sapped of his usual strength, the burly, strong-willed man slumped, helpless. His mind told him to fight back, but his muscles wouldn t obey. A wire flew over his head, knocking off his cap. His eyes bulged as the thin metal twisted tightly against his neck and dug into his skin. Light flickered through the porthole in the nearby door. Sweat poured down Brewer s forehead dripping into his eyes, giving the light a starburst effect. Thank God. Somebody must have seen this on a camera. If that s security, I m saved. The garrote fell to the deck, and the attacker kicked it overboard. Brewer thought his prayers had been answered. He was wrong dead wrong. The attacker shoved him hard into the railing, flipping Brewer s limp body over the top rung and into the sea. The killer raced toward the bow of the ship and disappeared from sight before Brewer s body hit the water. The fifty-foot fall took his breath away and kept him from letting out even the faintest yell for help. He sunk fifteen feet below the surface of the ocean. The ship was steaming at twenty-four knots, so when Brewer finally struggled up for air he found himself disoriented in the foamy wake of the Tranquility. Eight-foot seas cut through the ship s wake and rolled relentlessly at Brewer, who kicked with all his energy to stay afloat. By the time he let out a feeble cry for help, the floating resort was beyond the range where anyone onbo\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mia Karts","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51959437689120,"sku":"NEW0741452847","price":13.14,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"url":"https:\/\/miakarts.com\/products\/how-to-survive-tough-times-five-strategies-to-cope-with-tough-times-in-todays-world-0741452847","provider":"Miakarts Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}