A Mennyországban Ébredtem
- 297 pages
- 11 hours of reading
Alex Tresniowski crafts compelling narratives rooted in human interest, crime, and sports. His distinctive style, honed during his extensive tenure as a senior writer for PEOPLE magazine, draws readers into the heart of dramatic events. Tresniowski excels at capturing the essence of human struggles and suspense, whether exploring true crime or poignant personal stories. His work is characterized by a powerful and engaging storytelling voice.



Am 10. Dezember 2009 hörte Crystal McVea auf zu atmen. Das Gesicht der 33-jährigen Mutter von vier Kindern verfärbte sich blau, dann schwarz. Wiederbelebungsversuche scheiterten. Und Crystal erwachte im Himmel ... Das hätte sie sich nie träumen lassen. Denn sie glaubte nicht an Gott. Ihr Leben war geprägt von Missbrauch, Verlust, Depression. Gott schien unendlich weit weg oder besser gesagt: nicht existent. Nun war sie bei ihm. Neun Minuten war sie so glücklich und lebendig wie noch nie, obwohl sie klinisch tot war. Dann kehrte sie zurück und beschreitet seitdem einen Weg der Heilung ... Crystal McVea erzählt, wie ihr Gott inmitten der Verzweiflung nachging und Liebe, Vergebung und Heilung schenkte.
the true story of an 11-year-old panhandler, a busy sales executive, and an unlikely meeting with destiny
This inspirational New York Times bestseller chronicles the lifelong friendship between a busy sales executive and a disadvantaged young boy, and how both of their lives were changed by what began as one small gesture of kindness. “A straightforward tale of kindness and paying it forward in 1980s New York….an uplifting reminder that small gestures matter” ( Kirkus Reviews ). Stopping was never part of the plan... She was a successful ad sales rep in Manhattan. He was a homeless, eleven-year-old panhandler on the street. He asked for spare change; she kept walking. But then something stopped her in her tracks, and she went back. And she continued to go back, again and again. They met up nearly every week for years and built an unexpected, life-changing friendship that has today spanned almost three decades. Whatever made me notice him on that street corner so many years ago is clearly something that cannot be extinguished, no matter how relentless the forces aligned against it. Some may call it spirit. Some may call it heart. It drew me to him, as if we were bound by some invisible, unbreakable thread. And whatever it is, it binds us still.