Many of you reading this may have been Christians all your lives, I how ever have not had that joy, I was raised in several different states by a father that could rarely speak a paragraph without swearing several times. My mother has always had a faith of some kind in Jesus, even on the streets and pubs of Europe while in her 20’s or working the “graveyard shift” in Colorado, it has been there from the beginning. At birth, my mother was loved, but from there it all went down hill. Soon her family fell apart, and an other woman stepped into the relationship between my Grandfather and Mother, she tried to love my mother, but couldn’t. She would tell her things, like she didn’t love her and when she was 18 her bags would be packed and on the steps. My mother apparently couldn’t wait for that, she tried repetitively to take her life, but failed, so instead she ran away at

15. She hitch hiked all over the globe from rivers in Africa and South America, to the dead and old prison camps in Germany, and the city of London she lived on a guitar and what mediocre money she could make with it. She met people like Jimi Hendrix, and Mick Jagger, but for some reason, she knew she didn’t belong there. So she reluctantly returns home, a new bitter “flame tempered” if you will woman. The life of a good woman might have been ruined but for the grace of God.

I believe my father may have been saved, it may not have shown, but as a young man, he believed, and once, you are saved, you can never go back. My father grew up on Cape Cod and took the abuse of his drunken father day after day. He was the classic catholic schoolboy beaten and bruised daily. His mother worked herself into the grave, and his father drank himself to the same destination. Eventually he dropped out and took a job to put food on the table for his mother and 3 younger siblings. After a while he found himself in trouble from every direction and left home, he ran from the law and from his pat for many years. He roamed the country for more than three decades. My father rarely told fairly tales to my sister and I rather stories of his escapes from the law and our uncle Jimmy, but inside he regretted it all and we all knew it. He

Some topics in this essay:
Cape Cod, Pardon Christian, Thomas Michel, Grandfather Mother, Monet Tobin, Mick Jagger, South America, Brian Mattigan, Royalty” Honor, Merissa Tobin, throughout life, saved father, father rarely,