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Messages in a Bottle. Ari Keränen. Ericsson Research Finland [email protected] Jörg Ott. Aalto University Comnet [email protected] ABSTRACT. Message In A Bottle. Nicholas Sparks. PROLOGUE. The bottle was dropped overboard on a warm summer evening, a few hours before the rain. Messages in a Bottle. Ari Keränen. Ericsson Research Finland [email protected] Jörg Ott. Aalto University Comnet [email protected]

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Based on the response to those letters, most readers thought I achieved a good balance. For a second she felt her heart quicken as another memory came back to her. Lord knew she wanted to spend more time with him, and she definitely wanted to be more patient with him when they were together. You have successfully joined Nicholas's private mailing list and will receive an email confirmation shortly. She would drive home as soon as she was finished, no matter how late it was. But the problem was that there was always something to do. International Editions.

My mother and father had married at the age of twenty-one and my father was absolutely crushed by her death. A lot of people wear black to a funeral. My father wore black every day for four years. He pretty much became a recluse. He pulled away from his family and friends, he stopped going out, he stopped doing pretty much everything. All he did was go to work and back home again. It was heart-breaking to watch. Situated on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, Wilmington is a charming port city near the Cape Fear Coast beach community.

Rich in naval history, Wilmington is a modern city with so much to see and do; from a WWII battleship to a Hollywood movie production studio, cobblestone streets with horse-drawn carriages to music festivals, history museums to contemporary art galleries, elegant restaurants to welcoming nightspots, Wilmington has something for everyone.

After four long years of worrying about him, my father finally started taking baby steps out in the world again. He started reconnecting with family and friends, eventually he started to date again—think more years passing—eventually he met someone in particular, eventually he fell in love again.

And then one day, about seven years after my mom had died, I got a call from my father. Two days after that phone call, my father was driving home late one night, fell asleep at the wheel of his car, crashed, and died. People were very upset by the ending. Because Garrett Blake had been able to move on no matter how painful it was—the theme was love after grief, remember—it should be obvious that one day, Theresa Osborne will fall in love again. That was, after all, the lesson behind the novel.

Grieving widower Garret Blake builds boats for a living. Rebuilding his life-that's another matter. But that's before Theresa Osborne comes to his North Carolina village. Theresa, a lonely divorcee and researcher for the Chicago Tribune, knows that Garret is the author of the message she found inside a bottle on a Cape Code beach.

And she knows the message spoke to her in away that profoundly touched her heart. Pick one and stick with it," Garret's spry father Dodge Paul Newman advises.

The advice sticks. So does the impact of this tender, movingly filmed tale. Message in a Bottle was inspired by my father after the death of my mother. For more information, please visit the Background Information for Message in a Bottle. Because the story was inspired by my father, I thought it best to end the novel as it did for me in real life. At the same time, I thought the conclusion gave the novel deeper meaning. Yes, there were small changes: The major theme was the same, most of the major characters were the same, the story arc was essentially the same, and the ending was the same.

In both cases, there was conflict; it was just done in a different way. In the beginning, she was an assistant, as her relationship with Garrett blossomed, she began writing for the newspaper.

By the end, she had her own office. Her character was replaced with someone younger, but essentially the same: We chose the latter because it seemed more original and interesting. Hence, to make it plain that Garrett was ready to move on, he died actively trying to assist others. No, each letter took about a day to get just right. Based on the response to those letters, most readers thought I achieved a good balance.

Because the story was more complicated. There were more relationships to explore, the contemporary relationship in the novel covered a longer time period, and there were a variety of settings.

Though Garrett was inspired by my father, the characters were largely products of my imagination. With any character, authors try to imagine themselves as that person, and creating a character like Theresa simply takes the form of questions. How does she see her life? What bothers her about men? How does her son influence any relationship she might have? Does she feel overwhelmed at times? It looked enticing.

The water was refreshing, and she spent a few minutes wading back and forth. She was suddenly glad she had taken the time to write extra columns over the last few months so that she would be able to forget work this week. It almost felt as if she were in control of her own destiny again, as if she were just starting out in the world.

True, there were dozens of things she knew she should be doing at home. The bathroom should have been wallpapered and updated by now, the nail holes in her walls needed to be spackled, and the rest of the apartment could use some touch-up painting as well.

It was always something to do next weekend, though the weekends were often just as busy as her workdays. Maybe, she thought to herself, when she returned home. She turned her head and saw a man standing a little way down the beach. He was older than she, maybe fifty or so, and his face was deeply tanned, as if he lived here year-round.

As she watched him, she suddenly wished she were a different kind of person.

What would it be like to walk the beaches without another care in the world? How would it be to come to a quiet spot every day, away from the hustle and bustle of Boston, just to appreciate what life. She stepped out a little farther into the water and mimicked the man, hoping to feel whatever it was that he was feeling. But when she closed her eyes, the only thing she could think about was Kevin. Lord knew she wanted to spend more time with him, and she definitely wanted to be more patient with him when they were together.

She wanted to be able to sit and talk with Kevin, or play Monopoly with him, or simply watch TV with him without feeling the urge to get up from the couch to do something more important. But the problem was that there was always something to do. Dishes to be washed, bathrooms to be cleaned, the cat box to be emptied; cars needed tune-ups, laundry needed to be done, and bills had to be paid.

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Even though Kevin helped a lot with his chores, he was almost as busy as she was with school and friends and all his other activities. As it was, magazines went straight to the garbage unread, letters went unwritten, and sometimes, in moments like these, she worried that her life was slipping past her.

But how to change all that?

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Neither did her younger sister, Janet, who had followed in the footsteps of their mother. She and her husband had been happily married for almost eleven years, with three wonderful girls to show for it. There were times when Theresa thought she might like a life like that, even if it meant giving up her career.

Not since David and she divorced. Three years now, four if you counted the year they were separated. The breach of trust was irreparable. David moved back to his home state of California a year after they separated and met Annette a few months later. His new wife was very religious, and little by little she got David interested in the church.

David, a lifelong agnostic, had always seemed to be hungry for something more meaningful in his life. Now he attended church regularly and actually served as a marriage counselor along with the pastor.

She was simply glad that he still took an interest in his son. Naturally, once she and David had split up, a lot of her friendships ended as well. A few friends remained, though, and she heard from them on her answering machine, suggesting that they set up a lunch date or come over for dinner. Occasionally she would go, but usually she made excuses not to. To her, none of those friendships seemed the way. Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

Since the divorce there had been only a handful of dates. She was, or so she was often told. Her hair was dark brown, cut just above her shoulders, and straight as spider silk. Her eyes, the feature she was most often complimented on, were brown with flecks of hazel that caught the light when she was outside.

A new wrinkle around the corner of her eye, a gray hair that seemed to have grown overnight, a vaguely weary look from being constantly on the run.

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Her friends thought she was crazy. Not that she would want to be, even if she could, unless, she sometimes thought to herself, she could take her more mature brain back with her. But dammit, rules were important, especially the ones regarding marriage.

They were the ones a person was never supposed to break. Why did he have to? And why, she wondered as she stood in the surf, did her thoughts always come back to this, even after all this time? She supposed that it had something to do with the fact that when the divorce papers finally arrived, she felt as if a little part of her had died.

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That initial anger she felt had turned to sadness, and now it had become something else, almost a dullness of sorts. Even though she was constantly in motion, it seemed as if nothing special ever happened to her anymore. Each day seemed exactly like the last, and she had trouble differentiating among them.

The first few months had been hard on her. All she could do was feel sorry for herself. Even having Kevin around all the time did nothing to change the fact that she felt absolutely alone in the world. When David showed up at her sorority party at the beginning of her junior year, one look was all it took for her to know she wanted to be with him.

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Her young love had seemed so overwhelming, so powerful, then. She would stay awake thinking about him as she lay in her bed, and when she walked across campus, she smiled so often that other people would smile back whenever they saw her.

Over the years, a different kind of marriage emerged. She and David grew up, and apart. It became hard to remember the things. But anything can happen when the flame of a relationship goes out, and for him, it did. A chance meeting at a video store, a conversation that led to lunch and eventually to hotels throughout the greater Boston area.

The unfair thing about the whole situation was that she still missed him sometimes, or rather the good parts about him.


She had been used to having another person around, just to talk to or listen. She had gotten used to waking up to the smell of brewing coffee in the morning, and she missed having another adult presence in the apartment. She missed a lot of things, but most of all she missed the intimacy that came from holding and whispering to another behind closed doors.

Even now she liked to go into his room after he was asleep and sit on his bed just to look at him. Kevin always looked so peaceful, so beautiful, with his head on the pillow and the covers piled up around him. She still dreamed about falling in love with someone, of having someone take her in his arms and make her feel she was the only one who mattered.

But it was hard, if not impossible, to meet someone decent these days. Most of the men she knew in their thirties were already married, and the ones that were divorced seemed to be looking for someone younger whom they could somehow mold into exactly what they wanted. That left older men, and even though she thought she could fall in love with someone older, she had her son to worry about. She wanted a man who would treat Kevin the way he should be treated, not simply as the unwanted by-product of someone he desired.

But the reality was that older men usually had older children; few welcomed the trials of raising an adolescent male in the s. That had been the end of that relationship. She admitted that she also missed the physical intimacy that came from loving and trusting and holding someone else.

Sex was too important, too special, to be shared with just anyone. So now, vacationing at Cape Cod, alone in the world and without a man anywhere in the foreseeable future, she wanted to do some things this week just for herself.

Read some books, put her feet up, and have a glass of wine without the TV flickering in the background. Write some. Sleep late, eat too much, and jog in the mornings, before everyone got there to spoil it. She wanted to experience freedom again, if only for a short time.

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She also wanted to shop this week. She wanted to try on some new dresses and buy a couple that flattered her figure, just to make her feel she was still alive and vibrant. Maybe she would even get her hair done. With a somewhat renewed sense of optimism, she looked to see if the man with the rolled-up jeans was still there, but he had gone as quietly as he had come.

And she was ready to go as well. Her legs had stiffened in the cool water, and sitting down to put on her shoes was a little more difficult than she expected.

She was on vacation at the beach. No need for shoes or socks. She carried them with her as she started toward the house. Strange, she thought to herself, it seemed out of place here. As she approached, she noticed something different about the way it looked. It was a bottle, probably discarded by a careless tourist or one of the local teens who liked to come here at night.