Glenn Trust

Glenn Trust

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A native of the south, I was born in Columbus, Georgia in 1951, the first of five children.

My father’s work as a salesman filled my early years with moves from the banks of the Chattahoochee River in Georgia to Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Petersburg, Virginia and Baltimore, until finally returning to the Atlanta area in 1965. From then on, I remained a Georgian, going to school and growing up in the Atlanta area.

Varied work and life experiences have given me an appreciation for the virtues and faults of people at all levels of society. For the record, I love people. I find them interesting, all of them. I may not like all of them, but like is different than love. I am fascinated by people.

I have worked alongside laborers, scuffled with bad guys, and stood beside presidents at corporate events. I believe that this exposure to such disparate groups exerts a strong influence on my writing. Hard working construction laborers, truck drivers, and farmers fill the pages alongside rural deputies, big city cops, small town politicians and corporate bigwigs in leather chairs, filling boardrooms with their egos. People are truly interesting, at all levels of society.

Respecting the strengths of people and understanding of their human frailties, my desire above all else in writing is to bring life and reality to the characters in my stories. I hope to expose readers…you…in a real way to a side of life and our society with which you may not be familiar.

I hope my characters possess an honest simplicity and grittiness. The white hats the heroes wear are spotted and grayed by their own demons and struggles. The bad guys are not always misunderstood Robin Hoods. Sometimes they are just truly bad with no possibility of social redemption. In the end, the stories are fiction, about fictional people. I can only hope to bring a believable reality to the characters that populate the pages.

Like real people, the characters I try to paint are not completely good and rarely completely evil. Like most of us, they lie somewhere in between.

The Magic Word

The Magic Word

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<p style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;">Elisabeth was rude and selfish and demanding, and therefore had very few friends.<span>  </span>When she sent out invitations to her birthday party, no one accepted.<span>  </span>Her mother warned her that she needed to improve her manners and to try to get along with people.<span>  </span>She told Elisabeth that she needed to use the magic word “Please”.<span>  </span>So when Elisabeth went to school the next day, she thought of her mother’s advice, “What is the magic word?” and she started saying “Please” and also “Thank You”.<span>  </span>She tried to become more thoughtful of others, and discovered that she was a much happier person.<span>  </span>Imagine her pleasure when she returned home to find out that her new friends were all coming to her birthday party!</span><span style="line-height:115%;font-family:Arial, 'sans-serif';font-size:10pt;"></span></p><p></p>

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