A friend asked how I survived the events I wrote about in my book, “Choosing Life.’ Believe me, what I wrote about was the tip of the iceberg. We’ve all heard about “a stitch in time saving nine.” Well, a laugh in time can save your life. I found a way to laugh at just about anything. Laughter keeps you from taking yourself and everything else too seriously. My struggle with the temptation of suicide started at ten years old. …..
That’s me. I am a blabbermouth. But, the only secrets I share are my own. In “Choosing Life,” I told you that it was not a tell-all book. I told only enough to paint a picture, only enough to show desperation, only enough to show that my path was on a downward spiral. And then God stepped in and turned my story upside-down. My hope is that someone will be encouraged by my story. At the time, I felt that…..
The first paragraph of “Choosing Life” describes a visit to my GYNP. Rita was the one who convinced me to write my story. And she inspired me again. I just like to talk to her. She listens and is interested. Rita read my book and liked it very much. It made her cry, but I told her I wrote it to encourage people that no matter how bad it is, you can make it. I was watching TV recently. There…..
Not long ago, J. Paul Getty was one of the richest men in the country. A reporter once asked him, “How much is enough?” Getty answered, “A little bit more.” Many of our current politicians want us to hate rich people. Funny, because all of those politicians are richer than most of us. If you have ever been to Pittsburgh, PA, you may have noticed how many libraries, hospitals, and other public buildings start with Carnegie in their names. Andrew…..
Back in the day, Loretta Young had a TV sitcom. On one of the shows, during a cocktail party, the question was asked “Who are you?” Most of the people responded with their names. Some answered with their occupations: doctor, plumber, accountant. One woman answered “I am a child of God.” Everything stopped. All attention was on her. In those days, it was acceptable to speak of your Christian faith wherever you were. And, of course, her answer was profound……
When I was a baby, I was “Christened.” Only my mother and I were there. So, when I accepted Christ as my “Savior,” I didn’t want to be baptized. After all, I had been “Christened,” and that was enough for me. However, as I progressed further and further in my Christian life, I became more and more uncomfortable with that position. In “Choosing Life” I described a time in my life when I struggled to get free from spiritual bondage. …..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was a single parent raising two boys. When I bought our house, I bought it because it had three bedrooms and the garage had been converted into a pool room complete with a pool table. I didn’t even look at the kitchen. I don’t cook. The boys would bring their friends over to play pool. I would sit in the family room, with the door to the pool room open. I had…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was disowned. I was a single parent, working 9 or 10 hours a day, 6 days a week, to feed my kids and pay the bills. I felt like I had been sold into slavery. And I had a sinus infection. So, on my way home from work one night, I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription my doctor called in. Back in the car, I was…..
When I wrote “Choosing Life” I told you a little about how my father ended. Let me tell you how he began. I have a box of momentos that I saved from my childhood. In it there are several pins that my father received from having perfect attendance at his Baptist Sunday School. When I became a Christian (in my twenties), my dad told me that he had “accepted Christ” when he was a boy in Sunday School. My dad…..
In my book, “Choosing Life,” I told you that I taught my sons when they were youngsters to be patient with older people. We called them LOC’s and LOD’s, Little Old Chicks and Little Old Dudes. I told them that older people had worked hard all their lives and that they could go as slow as they wanted. And that we were going to wait for them. Children need to be taught. Do you want to know why they move…..