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									Life's Golden Ticket
Author: Brendon Burchard
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"Find my coat," she whispered weakly. "There's an envelope in the pocket. Don't open it. Take it to the
park. You remember the rumors."In what is sure to become a classic, Brendon Burchard has crafted a
triumphant tale of personal growth and change that will inspire any reader who has ever wished for a
second chance.Life's Golden Ticket tells the story of a man who is so trapped in the prisons of his past
that he cannot see the possibilities, the choices, and the gifts that are right in front of him. At the behest
of his fiancée, Mary, who is clinging to life in a hospital bed, he takes a mysterious envelope from her and 
makes his way to an abandoned amusement park to appease her delirious pleadings. When he steps
through the rusted entrance gates, the deserted park magically comes to life.He soon meets an old, wise
groundskeeper and together they set out to uncover what happened to Mary. Along the way, he
encounters a number of caring yet confrontational park employees-a hypnotist, a fortune-teller, a lion
tamer, high-wire performers-and they teach him more about his fiancée and himself than he bargained 
for.What follows is an unforgettable journey of personal transformation as he overcomes his past,
uncovers what happened to Mary, and, finally, discovers what is inside her mysterious envelope.The
author is donating a portion of the proceeds from the sale of this book to Kiwanis International, Junior
Achievement, and the YMCA.
Excerpt

I was standing in the bathroom shaving when I heard the voice from the television: "We interrupt this
program to report breaking news on the Mary Higgins disappearance."I dropped the razor in the sink,
threw a towel around my waist, and bolted for the living room. Mary's picture filled the left half of the
screen. The stoic local evening news anchor said, "Miss Higgins, who mysteriously disappeared forty
days ago, has reportedly been found...."Oh my God. I waited for the worst.". . . A spokesperson for the
Highway Patrol said Higgins was taken..."The telephone rang, and I scrambled for it, still keeping an eye
on the TV.". . . hospital just fifteen minutes ago, where she is reportedly..."I snatched the phone in mid-
ring. It was Mary's mother, Linda, talking so quickly I could catch only half of what she said."Linda, slow
down," I said. "What's going on?"". . . We're here with her... you've got to get down here... they found
her....They found Mary!"I glanced at the picture of Mary on the screen. "Jesus, Linda," I breathed. "It's on
the news. Is she okay?""We're at the hospital. You've got to get down here... now!" she said."Linda, is
Mary okay?""Just come over as fast as you can. Room four-ten. I gotta go. Hurry."The line went dead.I
burst into the hospital lobby and was blinded by camera flashes. A wall of reporters surrounded me,
shoving their cameras and microphones in my face, barking questions."What is Mary's condition?"... "Do
you know what happened?"... "Have you spoken with her parents?"I'd never been so glad to see a nurse
in my life. A sturdy woman in white pushed through the reporters and grabbed my forearm. "Give the man
some privacy!" she commanded. "You—out of the way." She pulled me forward, parting the reporters with
a running back's stiff-arm. Guiding me to the elevators, she shoved me in one and turned, blocking off the
reporters behind her. "Fourth floor," she mouthed.I pushed the button and felt a chill of dread at seeing
the words next to it: Intensive Care.The doors closed, muffling the reporters' shouted questions. I
breathed in the sterile bleach-and-ether hospital smell, thinking how much I hated these places. Images
of my grandfather, then my mother, flashed in my mind. Please don't let it be like that, I thought.The
doors opened. A nurse was at the desk."Ma'am, I'm looking for room four-ten. I'm—""I know," she said.
"Go down the hall and take your first right. Fifth door on your left."By the time she had said it I was
halfway down the hall.Rounding the corner, I saw Mary's mother, Linda, crying in her husband Jim's arms.
A doctor was speaking to them quietly. A respectful distance away, Detective Kershaw, the officer in
charge of the missing persons unit, stood staring at his feet.I took a deep breath and tried to slow my
heart. As I walked toward them I told myself to be strong.Jim saw me first and whispered in Linda's ear.
She wiped her tears, pulled away, and looked at me with sorrow-filled eyes.Oh, no, I thought. Please
don't...My face felt numb as I reached them."Linda, is she alive?"Kershaw sat across from me, fidgeting
with his notepad and glancing up every so often at one of those awful seaside paintings that seem to be
the required decor on waiting room walls. He probably knew that if he looked me in the eye I'd take a
swing at him. In...
Author Bio
Brendon Burchard
Brendon Burchard is a life coach, leadership speaker, and change management consultant. His clients
include Fortune 500 companies, start-ups, nonprofits, universities, and thousands of individuals in
seminars across the country. He is a regular guest on national television and radio programs and a
volunteer for several nonprofit organizations. Burchard is donating a portion of the proceeds from the sale
of this book to Kiwanis International, Junior Achievement, and the YMCA. He lives in northern California
but still calls Montana, where he grew up, home. Visit the author online at www.lifesgoldenticket.com.

								
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