About The Author


Daniel Webb and his lovely wife, Bridget, reside in Wilmington, N.C., where he writes, preaches, and leads Bible study. The Lord has blessed them with three wonderful children - Simba, Imani, and Amir.


He was born in Chicago, Ill. and has spent over thirty-five years traveling across the United States sharing the love of Jesus Christ as a preacher and pastor.


He loves spending time with his family, meeting new people, watching movies where the hero saves the day, reading and hanging out at the beach. He has a weakness for hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts and fresh seafood.


One of his favorite Bible passages is 2 Kings 20, where the Lord restored a dying man and added fifteen years to his life.

Every day I wake up God gives me a gift by adding time to my life. My gift to the Lord, is adding life to that time.
I do this by fulfilling my purpose - helping people who are drowning in storms stay afloat by offering them a rope of hope.
Whenever the opportunity arises I remind people...
If you’re struggling in a storm, don’t give up, look up. Help is on the way!

-Daniel Webb

A sneak peek inside the book

While we waited, I checked out Mr. Clean on a bottle
sitting on the table—bald head, fluffy eyebrows, white
t-shirt, and silly grin. If he scrubbed bathrooms all day,

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how could he keep his shirt spotless? Maybe that’s why
they call him Mr. Clean. Or perhaps he’s the President
of the company. That would explain why he looked so
happy. I’d also wear a smile if money hit my bank account
whenever customers bought my cleaning products.

My lobster at the restaurant shouted from a jacuzzi bubbling with hot
butter, “Daniel, where are you?”

Why is it taking them so long to give me the test results?

“Hello? Mr. Webb, are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Barely.”

“I’ll increase the volume. Is that better?”

“Yes.”

“How are you?”

“Hungry.”

“Mr. Webb, thanks for your patience. We have your MRI results.”

It’s about time. Any longer, and we were out of here. Let’s
finish so we can get to the restaurant.


Someone in the background interrupted the voice on the phone.

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“He shouldn’t drive. Ask him if he knows someone who
can take him.”

“I’ll ask him.”

“And make sure the receptionist gives them the address.”

“I will.”

“Tell him we can prescribe something for the pain he
can pick up in five minutes.”

“I’ll tell him.”

Who told you I need pain pills? Why are you telling me not
to drive? I know how to get to the restaurant – I don’t need
the address. What’s going on?


“Sorry about that, Mr. Webb. Can you call someone to
drive you?”

“My wife’s here.”

“Perfect. There’s a pharmacy next door to the radiology
building, and we can call in a prescription for pain medicine
that you can pick up in five minutes.

Mr. Webb, we need you to get the hospital now! The MRI revealed
that you have …”