How I stole $1,000,000.00:
An Award-Winning Confession of a Bank Robbery Committed through Internet Programming.
By Aaron, Elkin
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Allsheets Publications
Palmetto, Florida
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©Copyright 2008 Aaron Bud Elkin
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     I, Aaron Elkin, interviewed this individual, who we will call Chad Burton. To get the whole story; at least his side, I conducted an interview, and from those notes assembled this book. I had never met him before he contacted me. At first I didn’t believe him, but later recanted my opinion after the story unraveled. It is hard for me to believe that a person could hate to the extent that they could commit murder, or steal, but the criminal mind is a complete mystery to me. I didn’t have the best upbringing, but stealing, and hating never seemed to be something I ever could understand; I just didn’t want it in my life. I asked Chad why he chose me instead of some famous author. He told me that he happened on to my book “Pirate’s Gold,” and enjoyed the personal touch I gave to the characters. He said I had a way with bringing out the true voice in the characters, and that he was sure I could tell this story in a way that those who read it will understand the motives of anger and hate more than the techniques needed to rob the bank.

Interview

Aaron:
Give me a quick summary of the story line so that I can write a prologue. I don’t need all of the details right now, but just an overview. (We will call this person Chad Burton. There are obvious reasons that we will not use real names and places throughout).

Chad:
I will not include the source code that I used, and will not use real names for obvious reasons. The bank I stole the money from is not going to let it be know what had happened for security, and their reputations sake. The only reason I wanted to do this interview was because of the guilt I now feel, and for the revenge I thought I needed to quench my anger. I didn’t do it for the money. I’m sure that is hard to believe. Vengeance can drive a person to do strange things, and to investigate new avenues that one would not otherwise entertain. This story can be viewed in two ways: as a lesson that anger turned to vengeance can gain you nothing but despair, and as one way to steal money without a gun. I could have stolen more, but stealing the money was not what this story is really about. Actually to put the record straight it was $1,300,000.
 

Blind Love

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©Copyright 2008 Aaron Bud Elkin
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This is one of Aaron's new books coming soon. It is a love story between two people that were never suppose to be together!
“Jake watch out; those pigs……”
 

     Jake had come upon a herd of wild pigs walking across the road. His BMW was not going slow enough to stop, so he tried to swerve to miss them. The impact of hitting the first pig was enough to send the BMW on a multiple roll across the road and into the ditch. Stephanie was thrown from the car on one of the first rolls, and landed on the pavement. Jake remained in the car, but ended up in the back seat with a bad concussion, and a broken arm. Stephanie was knocked out with a blow to her head, and had multiple lacerations on her body besides a broken leg.
     The smoke had cleared from the BMW, and Jake was unconscious from the pain he endured from the impact. The BMW was somewhat hidden from sight because of the depth of the ditch, and all of the underbrush. If it weren’t for Stephanie lying in the road, no one would have thought there was a wreck. The first pig they hit lay dead in the bushes along the road, and the second one they hit as they rolled survived with only a couple of cuts, and ran away with the herd.
Not more than a half hour later Dave came driving down the road heading for home. He had been out fishing late. He was a little tired, so when he came up on Stephanie lying in the road he nearly ran over her. He swerved the F150 just in time to miss her. After bring it to a halt he jumped out of the truck to go check out the person lying in the road.
     When Dave touched her shoulder he shivered for some reason. He was only trying to roll her over to see if she was still alive, and to check out her injuries. When he rolled her over Dave’s jaw dropped after seeing who it was. He immediately put his ear to her mouth to see if she was breathing, and checked her pulse on her arm. He could barely make out any breathing, and could not feel a pulse in her wrist. He then gently pressed his two fingers to her jugular vein to check for a pulse there. His breathing began to be labored from the adrenaline that was now pumping profusely in his veins.

How To:
Use Faith and the power of God
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©Copyright 2008 Aaron Bud Elkin
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Prologue

     This is an autobiographical account of a number of interventions that I have been party too. These stories are beyond belief to some, and maybe even to myself. If I had not been a witness to these miraculous accounts, I am not sure I would believe them myself.
     Why is it that we can only believe what we have accepted as truth regardless of circumstance, and truth? Seeing, is not always believing. If that were the case, God would have sent many back from the dead to warn others, but the others did not, and do not believe what God has dictated through his word. Look at the story of Lazarus and the rich man. Why would the others believe someone who was sent back from the dead? Many have returned from the dead, and still many do not believe. What will it take?
     These intervention stories were written down to remind me of some of the miraculous stories that have happened in my life. To avoid missing any details, and embellishments, the stories were written over many years time as they occurred. The purpose for these writings is simple; to remember how great God’s power is, and never disbelieve what he has done.
     If you want to be able to do some, or all of these works of faith do it exactly the way I did. I have taught many how to use these power tools, and I did it by showing them. One thing to keep in mind is that you must not think or hesitate. Just do! If you give an act of faith a thought it usually means, “you lose.”

Excerpt:
     At one particular time a number of the local youth group people had come to my house to ask to go to the streets. No matter how much I tried to keep it quiet the local churches would hear about some of the things that happened on the streets, which added to the fire. Many of the churches in the area knew me, and wanted to keep control of me, so that I would not cause their parishioners to expect them to see and practice the Word the way I did. I respected all of them, and never intended to change their way of ministry. In order to keep from having them try to “shepherd” me I usually kept quiet about what went on when I went to the streets..............
     I generally assembled everyone in one room before we left, and instructed them in the ways of using the power. I told them that if they do not trust themselves to believe that God’s power could be used through them just take my word for it that what I say is true, or do not go. Many of them had seen me use the power, so it helped them when they spoke to act as if I were there with them. I was into getting people saved, and if that was what they needed to do, then so be it.
     I always thought it sad that the written word of God was not real enough to so many, but an imperfect man could command enough trust to be believed. Regardless of their blindness to God’s word I told them to listen carefully and say the exact words that I tell them (instilling faith), and the person that they are talking to will become sober.
     I instructed them to inform the person that you would like to talk to them about Jesus, but you did not feel you would have their complete attention if they continued being drunk. Next I told them to tell the person that you are going to command them to be sober, so that you can talk to them about Jesus without any cloudiness on their part. Then lightly touch the person on the shoulder and say, “in the name of Jesus I command you to be sober”.
     I further explained that the person would then experience soberness and be susceptible to listening to the salvation message. Not one of them ever asked me whether it would really work on not...............
 

Swimming the Pacific:
A fictional True Story of survival at sea!

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©Copyright 2008 Aaron Bud Elkin
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Prologue
     I never thought a simple diving trip could become such a struggle to live. Although I enjoy swimming like the next person, swimming over three-hundred miles in the open Pacific was not in my dreams. As I look back, I think that keeping the EPRIB in my survival bag would have been so much wiser than storing it in the dingy. I figured if I was sinking, or in distress, the first thing would be to escape in the dingy, right?
     Although I must say that without a shred of practical evidence left to show of my excursion, such as a dilapidated survival raft displayed on the deck of a rescue ship, or headlines and pictures from an aggressive reporter looking for a good story to have published, one may presume that this is nothing more than a fictitious representation of some twisted dreamer wanting to write about a disaster. All I have left to show from this disaster, because that is what I call it, is a worn dry suit, BC, snorkel, mask, fins, and some strong muscles developed during the swim, and not to forget, the enforced diet that came with the program.
     I’m not even concerned that this may seem to some a fictional adventure story, and to me it is, but others may look at it as a warning to always be prepared for anything, and that is why I put this book together. Never forget to prepare properly for any adventure that involves risk, and always have a back up plan, and accessories to accompany it.