This is a love story, but not just any love story. It is a love story that appears to take on a life of its own, one where love is truly everlasting.
Early in her life, Rosalie Collins knew that one day she would find the one person who would love and respect her unconditionally. And she did, but society objected, and she was disowned by her father, a Pastor in the local church, because of her choice. Rosalie settled into a new life as a single mother, achieved a PhD in mental health, and became a pioneer in the treatment of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
As a high school senior, James Johnson was offered a professional baseball contract, but was drafted at that time by Uncle Sam, sent to Vietnam, and became a prisoner-of-war before again setting foot in his hometown of West Palm Beach, Florida. Diagnosed with severe shell shock – later renamed PTSD – he spent the next forty years seeking help for a disorder that the government and most of society refused to recognize, and one that controlled his life.
Rosalie and James' attempts to find one another through the years met many obstacles, yet their love was never affected, nor was their belief that they would one day be reunited.
