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ᘧ  ዠ Thirst: A Story of Redemption, Compassion, and a Mission to Bring Clean Water to the  World for ipad ᛞ ePUB Author Scott Harrison 쮾 ᘧ ዠ Thirst: A Story of Redemption, Compassion, and a Mission to Bring Clean Water to the World for ipad ᛞ ePUB Author Scott Harrison 쮾 1NumbNew York City, Fall 2003It started in my arms and legs The nerve endings would go dead for twenty or thirty minutes, like Id woken up on a limb that fell asleep Sometimes the fingers of my right hand lost sensation, and then a prickly blanket of numbness would spread to my wrist and up my arm I couldve banged on my hand with a hammer and still felt nothing.At first I thought there must be a simple explanation, like a pinched nerve I was twenty eight years old, with no history of serious illness But when the episodes became frequent, I got the name of a neurologist in Manhattan and made an appointment.Sitting in the dingy waiting room, I nervously flipped through a half dozen dog eared magazines, hoping to take in some news from the real world It was mostly bad Bombings in Istanbul, suicide attacks in Iraq, the passing of Johnny Cash.A nurse called me to the reception window and handed me a stack of forms to fill out Name, age, height, and weight were easy Scott Charles Harrison, twenty eight, six foot one, and a slim 170 pounds, thanks to a steady diet of Marlboro Reds but the long list of questions about my lifestyle wasnt so simple Looking through the packet, I realized that I didnt dare answer truthfully, lest the doctors think the presentable college grad in front of them was some kind of degenerate.Do you smoke cigarettes Two to three packs a day Is that too much Do you consume alcohol How many drinks per day Up to ten drinks, but I try not to mix My current favorites, in order Champagne, beer, and vodka and Red Bull Do you use recreational drugs If so, how frequently Well, that really depends on how much Ive had to drink Cocaine, two to three times a week Ambien to come down MDMA whenever I can get my hands on it Anyone who knew the full extent of my partying wouldve said it was no wonder I was finally having health problems But Id come here for a brain scan and a quick diagnosis, not a lecture And the fact was, getting wasted every night was my job.For the last ten years, Id climbed the ranks of New York nightlife to become one of the top club promoters in the city Most nights, youd find me at the hottest party in town, sitting at the owners table with beautiful women, drinking expensive Champagne or occasionally spraying it , and looking like the guy who had it all And for a while, I did.I was making about 200,000 a year but living like a millionaire, thanks to the perks The place I called home was a big, industrial Midtown loft with a baby grand piano in the living room, a killer stereo system, and a private rooftop patio Bacardi and Budweiser each paid me 2,000 a month just to be seen drinking their brands in public On my wrist, I wore a Rolex Oyster Perpetual, which I loved to flash at club photographers with a knowing smirk The watch had been a gift from my then girlfriend, a nineteen year old Danish model whose face graced the covers of Vogue and Elle.I hadnt always lived like this Ten years earlier, when I moved to the city and began collecting these superficial markers of success, one of my first mentors in nightlife said, Scott, youre too nice If youre going to do this right, you need to be seen out every night, spending money, with a hot model on your arm.Mission accomplished But somewhere along the way, the sameness of nightlife booze, drugs, girls, repeat made me restless I wanted change, and the things stayed the same, the booze, drugs, and girls Id needed to force my mind and body to show up for work with a smile Its like what Ernest Hemingway said about going bankrupt It happened gradually, then suddenly For me, suddenly would involve a gun, a bottle of Scotch, and a cobalt blue Mustang But that comes later.Over several weeks in the fall of 2003, I endured a battery of medical tests, searching for the cause of my numbness Technicians examined my brain and spinal cord with an MRI and a CT scan, looking for possible culprits tumors, blood clots, bone and tissue irregularities Doctors put sensors on my arms and legs, monitoring the electrical activity from my brain to my muscles and nerves Nurses stuck me with needles, drew blood, and ordered me to urinate in small plastic cups.But in the end, all my tests came back normal They couldnt find anything wrong with me I was simply going numb.Maybe its the cigarettes I said to my business partner, Brantly Martin, as I fumbled to open my third pack of Reds for the day We were on our way to a club.Why dont you try to cut down to two packs and chill on the booze he offered.We joked about it, but inside, I was gripped with a quiet certainty that I was dying of some terrible disease that the doctors and their tests had missed I used to find humor in darkness I even laughed in the face of death once It was a few years back I was high on ecstasy and trying to get a friends attention, and I crashed my hands through the floor to ceiling windows of a building at New York University The pane shattered into pieces, and shards of glass rained down, making cuts all over my face and hands I bled all over the backseat of the cab on my way to the ER, but I couldnt stop laughing about it I didnt care At twenty five, you think youre going to live forever Until one day, you dont.Alone in my loft later that night, I typed numbness into Google, trying to self diagnose my condition Trying to find a solution that the doctors couldnt There, high in the results, among the generic medical advice, I was surprised to see a religious essay I clicked the link and got lost in a sermon about spiritual numbness, about how ones conscience can become seared to the point where it no longer works Near the end of the sermon, the author asked, Are you right with God As a child, Id heard that question a hundred times from the pulpit, but now it filled me with existential terror I wondered what would happen if I actually died Would a childhood full of fervent bedtime prayers, Bible study, and church band still count I wasnt so sure I turned off my computer and climbed into bed, my right arm still tingling like a pincushion being poked by a thousand needles.My fathers worried voice filled my head Please pray for our son Hes gone prodigal, Dad would tell his friends at church.It was true When I left home at nineteen, Id turned my back on faith, virtue, and just about everything else that mattered most to Chuck and Joan Harrison I still called my parents every few weeks, though Mom would always ask about my spiritual life Dad would ask how the nightlife business was going, and then hed pass along words of wisdom from the Bible, trying to reignite my interest in faith Uh huh, Id say, before changing the subject Thats how our conversations went for almost ten years But now, at twenty eight, although Id never have admitted it to my father, I knew I had to change.Just start over, Id think to myself Do something different with your life.But I was too numb to make a move And what would I do, anyway You dont just leave nightlife and become a successful doctor or lawyer or banker I felt trapped in the shallow end of the pool.And so, every night, Id snort another line of cocaine and pass the rolled up bill to another pretty girl and think to myself, This is not who I am This is not who I want to be This is not how I thought my life would turn out.2PoisonMoorestown, New Jersey, January 1980On New Years Day 1980, my mother collapsed in her bedroom, unconscious I was four years old and asleep in my own room, so I have no memory of my father lifting her to her feet as she briefly regained consciousness and then passed out again.It would take another year before my parents figured out what was wrong with her, twelve months before they learned that an invisible gas was spreading throughout our two story Colonial home, robbing Moms body of oxygen and vitality.Long term, low level exposure to carbon monoxide works like a steady drip of poison, with symptoms so subtle that doctors miss it all the time For Mom, the effects came in the form of nausea tight, throbbing headaches and muscles that were too sore to lift a coffee cup She figured she had the flu or was stressed out from having set up our new home.Wed moved to Moorestown two months earlier so that my dad, Chuck, a sales manager for a manufacturing company, could shorten his one hour commute to twenty two minutes The drab gray house wasnt love at first sight, but my parents liked that it was on a cul de sac in a quiet, tree lined neighborhood, and that there was a respected elementary school at the end of the block Pragmatism won out.My mom, Joan, thrives on order She wanted everything to be perfect in time for Christmas, so she spent weeks inside our polluted house, unpacking, organizing, and hanging paintings on the walls When she passed out on the floor, Dad called our neighbor, Dr Joe Winston He gave Mom a physical exam, and she scheduled a series of appointments with an infectious disease specialist and an allergist They discovered that she was mildly allergic to mold and pollen, but they couldnt find anything to explain the fatigue, soreness, or dizziness she was feeling She kept looking for answers.In the back of her mind, Mom wondered if chasing after me was just tiring her out After all, ever since I learned to walk and talk, Id been a strong willed, curious kid with fast legs, a loud mouth, and boundless energy Mom still tells the story about the time she took me with her to the bakery and I stuck my fingers into a fruit pie to find out if it tasted as good as it looked She apologized to the baker and bought the pie Next, we went to a bookstore, where I ripped the pages from a pop up book She bought the book Next stop, a hardware store, where she rescued me seconds before I whipped a chainsaw off the shelf That was the last time she took me shopping for a while.The medical tests continued all throughout the spring, summer, and fall But by winter, Mom was still sick and getting sicker One day, she almost passed out making me oatmeal on the gas stove Every time the heater in our house fired up, her heart would race.Joan, you do seem to feel better when youre outside, Dr Winston said after reviewing another batch of inconclusive test results I wonder if something inside your house is making you sick That clue sent Dad to the library to do research on indoor pollution He called the Environmental Protection Agency, and spent hours talking to experts about asbestos, formaldehyde, radon, and other common household pollutants He had the gas company inspect our furnace, stove, and water heater A chimney expert examined the fireplace flue But everything checked out okay.Whats happening to me, Chuck Mom asked Dad one night in despair Its been a year, and Im only getting worse Im scared My dad, forever the optimist, is a consummate problem solver, but nothing he tried was helping her Pretty soon his coworkers started questioning her illness Some women dont take to change well, they told him Shes probably just upset with you about having to move.Another colleague put it bluntly Maybe its all in her head.If you ask Dad what first drew him to Mom, hell grin and tell you, Her long legs In the summer of 1967, Dad spotted a pretty girl in a miniskirt at a party and walked up to introduce himself.Mom took one look at the dark haired naval officer in the crisp white uniform and knew exactly what she wanted A few dates later, Joan Kleppinger informed her mother that shed met the man she was going to marry Chuck Harrison possessed all her must haves for a husband He was ambitious, smart, educated, tall, and good looking His sense of humor, she said, was a bonus.At twenty four years old, Mom had just earned a masters degree in English She was kind and caring, smart but gullible, and easy to bring to laughter the kind of girl who remains a virgin until her wedding night Dad was twenty six, a hard drinking, hard smoking former naval officer who served on a 370 foot U.S Navy destroyer while putting himself through business school They dated for a year, spending Thanksgiving with Moms family and Christmas with Dads By New Years Eve, Mom had practically picked out her wedding dress.They got married in August of the next year, 1968, in a candlelight service Mom walked down the aisle in a simple bridesmaid gown, arm in arm with her father Mendelssohns Wedding March filled the chapel Traditional music, followed by traditional vows.Do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to love her in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part the minister said.I do, Dad said, never taking his eyes off Mom not knowing just how fiercely this vow would be tested.Seven years later, on September 7, 1975, I came along, and then we were three On the night I was born, Dad wasnt content to sit on the sidelines Instead, he stood by Moms side, watching the fetal monitor and coaching her through the contractions.Come on, now he said Okay Youre almost at the top Youve got it now There you go The nurses called Dad the Howard Cosell of the delivery room.At the time, Mom had been working as a feature writer and photographer for a suburban Philly newspaper, but she felt torn about going back to work While second wave feminism swept through the country and Time magazine awarded its 1975 Man of the Year cover to American Women, Mom decided this wasnt her fight She told my dad, Jobs can wait, babies cant.I can tell from family photo albums that this was the happiest time for her She took me to the zoo and the childrens museum, to parks and family gatherings I dont have the memories to call upon, but I know that these were the only years in my life when Mom got to be a normal parent. Thirst is a story about all of us In sharing his own remarkable journey, Scott shows us how to find the extraordinary in the ordinary,how to find hope in despair, and how simple acts of generosity can transform everything from what we believe aboutourselves to how we connect with each other In the end, Thirst is about what matters most Love Bren Brown, Ph.D., author of the 1 New York Times bestseller, Braving the Wilderness This book does for the soul what water does for a parched throat Scott Harrison shares his extraordinary transformation from party animal into the visionary leader of one of the worlds most creative and crucial charities His story will inspire you to think bigger, feel deeper, and give Adam Grant, New York Times bestselling author of Give and Take, Originals, and Option B with Sheryl Sandberg ScottHarrison s Thirstis a hope filled bookabout findingyourpurpose in life and pursuing it against all odds From the many unbelievable stories Harrisonshares from the field, to the moments when charity waters survival was in question, this book will inspire you tobelievethat you are than the obstacles life has put in your path, and the world is generous than it often seems Arianna Huffington, founder of HuffPost, founder CEO of Thrive Global If youve ever dreamed of changing careers or changing the world, read this book Michael Bloomberg, founder of Bloomberg LP and former mayor of New York City Thirst is a powerful reminder of the difference one person can make in the lives of millions of others, if only they surrender to putting others before themselves What a gift Scott Harrison and his vision are to the worldto provide clean drinking water to every single person May we all value people the way Scott hasand may we leave such a life giving legacy Christine Caine, founder of A21 and Propel Women, author of Unexpected Scott Harrison charity founder Wikipedia Scott born September , is a former club promoter who the and current CEO of non profit water Twitter Motor Co Inc Used BHPH Cars I BUY CARSIf you have car for sale call or email me mscottharrison gmail Welcome to online Here at online, we specialize in Personal, Professional used Cash vehicle sales How He Started And What Jul recently spoke Harrison, Founder water, organization bringing clean, safe drinking people developing nations In profiles LinkedIn View professionals named on LinkedIn There are use exchange information, ideas, opportunities harrysonpics Tweet with location You can add information your Tweets, such as city precise location, from web via third party applications Profiles Facebook Join Facebook connect others may know gives power BoxRec Harrison BoxRec uses cookies make site simpler Find out about How Wins Over Crowd Inc Be forewarned any speech, there will be moment when cry The moments vary different people, course, but one bout From Nightclub Promoter Incredible After visiting his first nightclub, year old was hooked Soon enough, partying getting wasted became norm next years, nightclub owner, earned Thirst: A Story of Redemption, Compassion, and a Mission to Bring Clean Water to the World

 

    • Thirst: A Story of Redemption, Compassion, and a Mission to Bring Clean Water to the World
    • 4.3
    • 588
    • Format Kindle
    • 336 pages
    • Scott Harrison
    • Anglais
    • 04 October 2016

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