ABOUT THE BOOK
Over the last three years Queena’s mother, Vanna Nguyen has been working on a very special project: HOPE – The Anchor for my Soul; A Mother’s Memoir of Faith, Love and Forgiveness. The memoir is centered on Queena’s attack and the events which followed, but will take readers through her mother’s view of childhood in Vietnam and her journey to the United States, growing up as an immigrant, and struggles of motherhood and being a single mom.
This is a remarkable story of survival and love, and proof that with God we can do impossible things, and yet still recognize the healing that comes with tragedy.
How the power of love can heal our broken spirit; how we mentally wrap each person we meet in a circle of love; and how even while enduring our deepest pain, the power of love can heal our life.
My daughter’s story will inspire you to get up and fight, regardless of what your current battle is. You may not be able to change the facts of your circumstances, you can turn your pain into purpose.
My daughter, through her experience, changed her picture of the world, but in a multitude of ways for the better. She has used her story as a catalyst for spreading encouragement and hope, for showing that love conquers fear, and I believe that through reading her story you can do it too!
This book is in the planning stages and we are looking for literary agents & publishers.
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Vanna wish is 100% of the book proceeds can support ongoing expenses through Hope Heals the Brain and Queena’s Medical Trust Fund.
ABOUT VANNA NGUYEN
From age 12 to age 18, I lived in a dark pit of confusion, fear, and uncertainty. Saigon, Vietnam.
In 1975, communist forces from North Vietnam steadily advancing in South Vietnam, including the capital city of Saigon. I didn’t understand much about war and government back then, just that my father was the Security Chief of the Bureau of Armed Forces in the Vietnam People’s Armed Forces. By late April of that year, the TV news showed daily stories about how the North Vietnamese Army won this or that battle against the South. Everywhere we went in the city, people cried and argued. They lost all their money, lost their homes, lost everything. Some even lost hope and committed suicide. I did not understand. I would listen in as the grownups whispered about acquaintances and neighbors who killed themselves—people we once passed on the street. Why? No one explained why. Every night came the deafening booms from explosions that crept closer and closer. The city looked like ruins, buildings and homes destroyed, rubble littering the streets.