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More taste berries for teens : a second collection of inspirational short stories and encouragement on life, love, friendship, and tough issues
Youngs, Bettie B.
Publication Information:
Deerfield Beach, Fla. : Health Communications, [2000]

Physical Description:
xvii, 338 pages ; 22 cm
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BJ1661 .M86 2000 Adult Non-Fiction Central Closed Stacks
BJ1661 .M86 2000 Adult Non-Fiction Non-Fiction Area

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Like its best-selling predecessor, this book deftly combines teen contributions and responses with the commentary and sensitive advice of coauthors Bettie B. Youngs, Ph.D., Ed.D., and Jennifer Leigh Youngs, showing teens that we each can make life better through our love and compassion.

This book will focus on the themes similar to the ones handled in the first volume and the journal, including: self-worth; friendship; love and relationships; parents and teens; how to create an attitude for life success; how to decide what to do in life; how to give, share and make a difference; and how to cope with stress-filled and embarrassing moments.

As with the other volumes in this series, teens are sure to find that this book will help them connect with their innermost feelings, identify their fondest dreams and turn them into reality, and, most important, recognize that they are not alone in what they encounter or how they feel.

More Taste Berries for Teens is sure to become a treasured companion and trusted guide to all its readers as they journey toward making their lives better and brighter.

Author Notes

Bettie B. Youngs resides in California.



The Last GiftHave you ever conceived what it would be like to know that you are dying? My grandmother had to think about it every day for three months. I can hardly fathom how hard that must be. One day she was healthy and then, like a thief in the night, the next day she was ambushed with a cancer that has no cure. When the doctors diagnosed my grandmother, with a great deal of compassion they informed her family that all we could do was prepare a peaceful exit for her. Like a cruel sentence, they announced the cancer was "terminal"; she would be granted two to five months if she took chemotherapy treatments, less without them. Such a blatant word, "terminal" as in the end. No more. Over. Finished. Final. Gone. When I heard this bleak report on the status of her health, I remember thinking, "Where are all these advanced medical breakthroughs, anyway?" I was so angry. My grandmother: a soul mate. This loving and giving person in my life who loves me, believes in me, supports me in my decisions and unlike any other, ever so gently and lovingly helps me see the errors of my ways. My fan. A huge fan. Someone who makes me my favorite food at any time of night or day when I am visiting her. Someone always with a twinkle in her eyes when she looks at me. Why are we boasting about all our scientific and technological advances when there isn't even a cure for my grandmother's type of cancer, when the cherished mother of my mother can be taken from me as quickly as poof, and she's gone? This is a question without an answer even in this "new millennium"! And so my grandmother returned to her own home to be with those she spent a lifetime nurturing: her sweetheart and husband of fifty-five years, and her family of six children, seventeen grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren. Only now we would be the nurturers. It was my grandmother who needed looking after. Day by day by day. And then hour by hour by hour. And in the end, minute by minute. Not that I ever gave up hope. I continued to hope when there was no hope at all. At first I searched for cures everywhere even experimental treatment programs outside her doctor's care. But a search from one end of the country to the other revealed that there was nothing we could do for the type and late stage of her cancer. I watched helplessly, trying to disguise the hurt and loss I felt, even trying to give her my energy so she might garner strength from it. But all I could do was watch over this remarkably loving and Christian woman. Even in her profound illness, my grandmother remained a magnificent person: graceful, beautiful, kind, concerned for others. She was always so selfless. I watched now as she lay helpless to affect that which was strangling the breath out of her, dependent on others to care for her, and was reminded about all those times when she watched over me when I, too, was helpless and completely dependent on others for everything. How I cherish her. There is so much Excerpted from More Taste Berries for Teens: Inspirational Short Stories and Encouragement on Life, Love, Friendship and Tough Issues by Bettie B. Youngs, Jennifer Leigh Youngs, Youngs Jennifer All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.