When I was a little girl, my father was an alcoholic and had a lot of problems.
My mother knew what being a Christian was about and she took care of me.
I was attending a summer church camp at age 17 and during the camp I became aware and convicted that I was a sinner.
I think we were married over twenty years before I finally went to church with her.
I was just like any young boy always getting into trouble. I spent most of my time trying to be like my dad.
My mother raised me and my four sisters on a meager income and welfare assistance. My parents were divorced…
From the time I was born until the age of eight we lived in the back room of a bar.