This is fictional short story of one mans fight against the black plague of 1665. It shows how the plague affected him as an individual and as the comunity as a whole. This is a story of sacrifices during time of need and it expresses that it only takes one person to make a difference.

"Doctor! Oh, thank you sir! My husband has been asleep for a few days now and I don't know what to do. My children and I have not shown any signs of sickness, for which I am grateful, but I am very worried about my husband. Please, please, sir, help him!" she begged. The doctor responded, "My name is Daniel, and I want to help. Can you please take me to him?"

Hi everyone! I love studying history and I hope that my book conveys my passion. I wrote this book at a dark time in my life and I hope that it will make the book become more alive with emotion. One of the things I most wish to accomplish before I die is it to go to The Valley of the Kings in Egypt. My grandmother raised me and now she is the great grandma to a beautiful baby sun conure. I also hope to rescue a macaw once I finish college. I am going to school for zookeeping; my degree is in psychology and biology. I am currently a volunteer at a wildlife refuge and I handle hawks, owls, and many other animals at least three times a week. Animals are my other passion. I hope you enjoy my story telling because it is my third passion. I started writing after my birth father was sent to jail. He was not a significant figure in my life but writing helped me understand my emotions more and cope with them. Writing also helped me understand right from wrong and how to be independent.