Ben Carson Gifted Hands Book Novels & Stories

At his large hands on the table and his eyes anywhere but my face. “Damien,” I said. “It’s just wood,” he said. It was not just wood. Tessa gave books. A carefully chosen stack, children’s stories with beautiful illustrations, the kind that were as much for the parents reading them as for the child hearing them. Tucked between two of them was a small card in her handwriting. For all the nights you read these until you have them memorized. I looked at her over the stack and she lifted her shoulders in that small honest way she had when she meant something more than she knew how to say out loud.

Being book smart in my past hadn't been enough when he had held my life in his hands every day. "I think you misunderstood," Cai said. "My words were that you had plenty of time to become stronger. I saw how you handled yourself with those wolves. You have more potential than many to become incredibly strong... if that's what you truly wanted. I'm sure if it was almost any other kid in that battle, we would have both died." I looked up into his eyes and saw he was being serious. "But I saw you in that meeting hall with your Alpha just now," he continued. "You may not be physically strong, but your intellect is like none I have ever seen before. That's nothing to be ashamed of, especially at

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

The sensation of being watched wouldn't go away even as the game came to a conclusion. "Okay open the gifts," Andy instructed everyone. All that was heard was the tearing of wrapping paper by each of us. "What am I supposed to do with this?" Auggie frowned as he wound up with a spa gift set. We all laughed. "Pamper yourself," Andy smirked. She's so perfect. "Okay, this has got to be a joke," Jesse complained with a frown. In her hand was a book titled Getting Past Your Trauma 101. "I hate books," she muttered under her breath.

“A disability like this – it is not an injury. Your gift, from what I’ve learned from your using it, heals what is wrong with my body. But what happened to me so long ago – I’ve healed from it. My body is just different now - I’m not sick.” “Oh,” I say, the logic of that hitting me like a slap in the face. I bite my lip though, dropping my eyes. “Well, would you let me try?” “Of course, my dear,” he murmurs, giving me back his hand. And so I close my eyes, and access my gift, and breathe softly as it sweeps through Henry. It knits up a few little things that I think are natural with age, but as it moves through him… He’s right.

"Really. Jane can stay with you from now on. She can pick you up from kindergarten and cook you better meals than I ever could. How does that sound? Aren't you happy?" Before I could say more, Mark grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. "I'm so happy, Mommy. You're the best!" Then, without a second thought, he rushed to Jane's bedside and called out, "Mommy!" The pain in my chest was unbearable. It had been so long since my son had shown me any affection. I couldn't even remember the last time he held my hand, or kissed the back of my hand like that. And the price for all of that was letting him call someone else "Mommy".

He smoothly drew her focus back to the gift I had given her the large beautifully wrapped book. Beth's eyes lit up, the earlier sadness completely forgotten. "Oh my goodness!" she squealed, her small hands reverently caressing the cover. "A first edition of 'Voyage to the Stars'! You know how much I love sci-fi, Sage! I've been trying to get this particular book for so long! This is why I feel more excited than ever!" Her enthusiasm was infectious and I found myself smiling genuinely, relieved to have brought such joy to the little girl.

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind:

"I know I didn't have to. That's why I did." Inside the box was a silver charm bracelet. Simple, delicate. One charm: a book. Anya traced her thumb over it. "You always said if your life ever slowed down, you'd write one," Carla said softly. "Now maybe you'll remember." Anya couldn't speak for a moment. She swallowed hard. Zoe, of course, chose that moment to loudly declare, "Mommy cried over a card today too!" Carla laughed. "Oh, my poor sentimental trash panda."

"Didn't want you going empty-handed." Theresa smiled, her eyebrows raised. She hadn't expected a gift, I figured, shuddering again when I remember the gifts I'd given her in the hot tub. Ripping the paper off, Theresa's eyes widened again. Mom had gotten her a book, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. "It's really interesting," Mom said. "All kinds of tips and tricks for getting more out of life, being more successful. I read it a few years back. Thought you might like it."