I was born into this world in 1934 to a family who already consisted of 4
sisters and an older brother, as well as a father who was a school teacher
and poet, who professed that he was an athiest, and so we never had any
religion in the family that I was ever aware of. I always felt that it was rather
odd that God was always included in his many poetry writings that were
never published however. I still have many of his works in a number of his
notebooks.
I found that narrow path that leads to eternal life in a very strange way that
began one evening while having dinner at one of my younger brothers
place, where I had gotten into a religious discussion with my brothers wife
about the man Jesus, who she did not believe that he was the Son of God,
but merely just a man, a prophet, but not the Savior of the world of mankind.
