Everyone has someone in their lives, especially in childhood, who tried, and for the most part succeeded, in making our lives miserable. I just had a few more of them, and, perhaps, mine were a bit more colorful. All I know is that whenever I shared my stories with people, they told me that I should write a book. It only took them 71 1/2 years to convince me.

Never give up. I survived because I learned to laugh at myself and my situation. But there was so much more to it than that. I thought I was alone. Looking back, I discovered that none of us are alone. The all powerful God of the universe is only a whisper away. He knows the end from the beginning. If I had given up, I would have missed all the blessing He had in store for me. And trust me, it was so worth it. All the years of struggle were worth it.

Let me tell you, there was nothing good enough in me to deserve it. I wanted to be so bad, but I knew I would be killed if I was. My folks missed the line when they were handing out patience. But they most certainly prepared me for the “real world.”

I hope you will enjoy my story. And I hope you will tell me yours.