I've been asked by many people to write about my journey through this life.
Some say it's very colorful and full of the different aspects that make up a good book or for a good read.
I have refrained from writing a book because my education was somewhat lacking in grammar, spelling, and use of the English language. So, I am stepping out on faith. I ask that you over look my mistakes and focus yet on the stories I will tell.
I've been a Born Again Christian now 38 years, but my first 18+ were in a far away world of sinfulness, anger, hatred, and at many times madness. I will never go back to being the animal I was then.
In writing this I will start from the beginning. One of my favorite uncles told me this story.
Before I was conceived my mother was much like any other innocent fifteen year old. Rock-N-Roll music had become the hottest music at the time with performers like Elvis. Young girls loved the lead singers and band members of Rock N Roll Bands. Teens would follow bands from concert to concert just for a chance to meet them in person. My mother had become head over heals infatuated (Love) with a Band leader and guitar player named Jack W. Blankenship. He was very good looking, had a great voice and in the state of Missouri in 1959 He was the local band heart throb. Many young girls wanted his attention at the time.
My mother felt overjoyed that he chose her one night, but one night took her innocence, and soon would crush here heart and dreams. She found out very quickly that he was already married and had two kids.
But I can imagine that he told her all those lies, like, I'm leaving my wife for you. and any other lie he could muster up because she stayed with him living in motels on the road until she became very obvious she was pregnant. As my uncle told me this story I became very sad, knowing because she was pregnant with me her life must have been an emotional hell after my uncles next statement.
My father kicked my mother to the curb, she had to go, her current largeness exposed or showed everyone that he had a pregnant girlfriend and it was cramping his style or shutting down his bedding other young virgins on his tour. My mother, pregnant, tried to return home, but her father refused her request.
He told her that she had made her bed, now she must lie in it. She fifteen, no job, homeless, alone, and pregnant! My grandfather and many others pushed my mother to get an abortion, and then she could return home and resume her life as it was meant to be.
I am broken up to tears, thinking about what my mother was going through. At that time abortions were illegal in Missouri, but a girl could go across the state line into Arkansas and have the procedure done.
The appointment was scheduled and her mind made up. In a few days this would all be behind her, as she was told by her family and friends. The trip was , as I was told, a little over an hour away.
The drive was quiet except for the radio playing at times. If not for the radio, my uncle said you could have heard a pin drop. No discussion, silence! A defining silence came over the care as they pulled up to the doctors office and abortion clinic.
GOD STEPPED IN! (Testimony Time!)
My mother changed her mind for good. She was quoted as firmly stating, "This is my burden, no one else's, and I'm will handle it!" Yes, I am an abortion survivor, thanks to God.
The ride back was very loud, as well as when she arrived home from people trying to talk some sense into her. God helped my mother stand firm in her decision. I was her Burden.
My mother had me despite her father and all those who recommended my death.
I would like to say that was the end of turmoil, but it was just the beginning.
God watched over me and would intervene in my life many times prior to becoming a Born Again Christian at 18 years old, and many times after accepting His love and grace.
Thank You Father for My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
This story was recounted to me by my dear uncle David. David had a very large and loving heart, but he also was an alcoholic and it took his life at a young age. It ate him up over time, and I miss him. I can only hope he will be in Heaven with me, but sadly, I'm almost sure he won't be.
(Stay tuned in for regular additions. I will try to continue this blog daily, please bear with me.)