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Reason To Sing

my Christian values and convictions, the way I was raised.
But university life got hold of me fast. And, within a year
of our initial meeting, Hudson got a hold of me too. I had
always believed I would remain a virgin until marriage, but
Hudson had been sexually active since a young teen. To say
he was frustrated with our sex life (or lack thereof) was an
understatement. But I just couldn’t hold out. Hudson’s reward
finally arrived under the cheap blue blanket.
My life was suddenly a whole different ballgame. After
living under the strict military rule of Mike, I really began
to let loose in Toronto. I was having the time of my life.
I was far away from all that had defined me. No church, no
Christian friends, no church music and absolutely no one to
answer to. It was heavenly! I was experiencing the allure of sex,
drugs, alcohol and disco! I figured I didn’t need God or Jesus
anymore. I had Hudson. My tall, dark and handsome saviour.
In the flesh. The longer I was with him, the more he began to
fill all the empty places in my broken heart. Mentor, teacher,
father, mother, brother, lover and friend. He played all those
roles and I welcomed each one of them!
I was also a good support to Hudson. When I first met
him, he had only one pair of jeans and no winter coat. He had
been putting cardboard in the bottom of his one pair of shoes!
I was generous with everything I had so made sure he had
some warm clothes and new footwear for the next winter. I
loved helping him in every way I could.
Hudson was forced to grow up early. He was born in
Canada but when his father’s never-ending philandering
became too much, his English mother moved him and his two
sisters to the UK. His mother was ill with TB and needed her
parents’ support, both practical and financial, to help her raise
her three children.

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