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happened in my growing-up years, only because of the profound
effect it has had as a catalyst in my ongoing quest for answers,
direction and healing in my life – what I call “my” spiritual journey. It
might at times sound like I’m saying I was a victim. Even though I
spent years believing that, I now know all too well the depravity that
dwells in my own self-centered, self-righteous soul. I understand
that God had pre-planned all of my life circumstances for His
purposes before I was born, and that His desire was always that I be
restored back to Him and His original family.

Me – one year old

I was born into a middle class family in Asbury Park, New
Jersey on November 21, 1943, 6 months before World War 2. My
dad worked on a delivery truck for the Coca Cola Bottling Company.
My brother, Walter, four years older than I, had been the first child,
first grandchild, and the reigning prince who wasn’t thrilled with
sharing his throne with me. That became an ongoing issue between
us for many years. Because Mom labeled me as the “easy going” one,
her way of dealing with Walt’s jealousy and hostility towards me was
by telling me to just ignore him and he would stop. He never did and
I never got the hang of how to ignore him. I adored Walt and wanted
him to like me. It seemed to be a losing battle.