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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Falling Backwards about B.C, Ontario, Globe with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary?
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conversations.value: the author is a writer and journalist who has lived, and worked for numerous newspapers, around B.C. and Ontario. His journalism has appeared in publications including The Globe and Mail, Hamilton Spectator, B.C. Report and Westworld. He has black belts in two martial arts and divides his time between writing, teaching the martial arts and enjoying his family. He recently moved to Cobourg, Ontario where he is editing a local newspaper.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: the author is a writer and journalist who has lived, and worked for numerous newspapers, around B.C. and Ontario. His journalism has appeared in publications including The Globe and Mail, Hamilton Spectator, B.C. Report and Westworld. He has black belts in two martial arts and divides his time between writing, teaching the martial arts and enjoying his family.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Falling Backwards
  We met several times over the next few weeks. Each time I got to know him a little better. He told me all about himself, where he'd worked and who he'd worked with. He was honest and straightforward. He didn't sit in front of me and make me a million promises. He knew how tough it was to get anywhere in the music business. He said he'd been watching me over the months and that he was completely impressed and amazed by my music and my voice. He also told me he had been very disappointed from time to time when he had come to see me sing and I had drunk too much. He told me I had sounded terrible on those occasions. I knew he was right.
  It made me feel ashamed because he was right. I never worked harder than I had to, and that was a problem. He wanted me to think about the magnitude of the commitment I was going to have to make if I really wanted to pursue music as a career. He was serious about working with me and teaching me the ropes, but I was going to have to show up for my own party.
  Neil wasn't talking about working with Hart and Soul; he was talking about working with me. I knew I was going to have to make a decision, and I knew that that would mean having to break things off with David. He would have to cancel jobs and lose money, and that made me feel sick. I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He had a family to feed and bills to pay. I was torn. I didn't know how to go about telling him that I had to leave.
  I kept hearing David's voice in my head saying, "I'm too old and too ugly, Neil's gonna split us apart. He doesn't want an old fart like me, I'll drag you down and you know it as well as I do." It was like he had predicted exactly what was about to happen. Maybe it was his Eckankar background kicking in. Neil told me that he would talk to David if I wanted, but I thought that I should be the one to explain what was going on.
  Neil felt that my time would best be spent writing as much and as often as I could, and that meant removing myself from the lounge scene for the time being. He told me that I needed to think beyond the Calgary city limits. He said that if I was willing to trust him and commit myself to my music, he'd be able to get me a record deal within five years. I was twenty-five years old at the time, and I thought five years seemed like forever, but I was willing to give Neil the benefit of all my doubts.
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conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: He was great at programming drums and could play not only keyboards but guitar and bass as well. I had my own one-man band. We spent hundreds of hours in his basement producing my songs. It was addicting. All I did was write songs, take them to Bob's place and record them. Between Bob and me and his wife, Astrid, we did everything. We sang everything and played everything and produced everything. We had developed a system that suited me to a T. I could feel the world turning in my favour. I couldn't wait to see what was in store.
  Patrick was busy studying at the University of Calgary. He was up to his neck with the stress and anxiety of getting all of his work done. Pat had always been so easygoing, but university brought out the temper in him, which surprised us all. He would punch holes in the walls in his bedroom out of sheer frustration. (My parents were none too pleased about having holes in their walls, and who could blame them?) My mom said she didn't know what to do with him. I am sure there were days when she felt like the whole lot of us had lost our marbles. I didn't see Pat that much. He was five years younger than me and school was taking up most, if not all, of his time. I was busy writing music and playing in the bars, and Duray was working diligently on his criminal record. Maybe we had all lost our marbles.
  My dad stayed on track. He continued going to AA meetings a few times a week and they, combined with his sheer determination, turned his life around. I can't imagine how hard it was to face his demons head on and come to terms with the changes he needed to make for himself and our entire family. It's incredible to me now how much both of my parents sacrificed to remain a committed team. They didn't give up, ever. They kept us all together no matter what that took. I am beyond grateful now as I look back on those difficult times.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Our lives stopped. Everything stopped. I worried that my parents would die right then and there, but they didn't. They broke into a million tiny fragments of themselves, but they didn't die. They kept standing. They are still standing.
  It hit the news the following day. We had thirty or forty calls to the house from people we hardly knew, all wanting the gory details. We wanted to disappear.
  My brother has denied having anything to do with the murder since the day he was arrested. The RCMP had no other suspects but him. They didn't look for anybody else. They said they had their man.
  For every line I have written down here, there are a thousand lines in between. There are so many moments that are floating through time and space that I will never be able to save or document. I don't think they're gone, I just don't think they're mine anymore. They belong to God. They belong to the incredible force of will that made me and made Duray and made Patrick and my mother and father.
  I know that all of this, all of what is around me, will be taken away, but also I know that what is truly important to our humanity is indelible and eternal. We may not be able to touch it, but it's there just the same.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: We may not be able to touch it, but it's there just the same..
  I know that all of this, all of what is around me, will be taken away, but also I know that what is truly important to our humanity is indelible and eternal. They belong to the incredible force of will that made me and made Duray and made Patrick and my mother and father. They belong to God. I don't think they're gone, I just don't think they're mine anymore. There are so many moments that are floating through time and space that I will never be able to save or document.
  For every line I have written down here, there are a thousand lines in between. They said they had their man. They didn't look for anybody else. The RCMP had no other suspects but him.
  My brother has denied having anything to do with the murder since the day he was arrested. We wanted to disappear. We had thirty or forty calls to the house from people we hardly knew, all wanting the gory details.
  It hit the news the following day. They are still standing. They kept standing. They broke into a million tiny fragments of themselves, but they didn't die. I worried that my parents would die right then and there, but they didn't. Everything stopped.Our lives stopped