High school drop-out with college degree. Graduated university age 20. Two sets twins, triplets, two singles in 10 years.
I grew up in a male dominant, authoritative era.I was next to youngest of eight children.We were raised rurally.There was much work to do andnot a lot of free time or money.I was born in Pocatello, Idaho and moved to North Salt Lake, Utah, when I was five.I started first grade at the age of five.We moved to Lehi, Utah and the Saratoga Ranch when I was 10.I studied long hours to achieve.My childhood dream was to become a school teacher.I entered the University of Utah at age 16 under the Ford Foundation Early Admission Program.I transferred to Brigham Young University after my freshman year and graduated from there at age 20 with a degree in Business Education.I had met and married Gerald Weinheimer, from Canada, just before my graduation.Our first child was born nine months later.Two years later, I gave birth to our first set of twins.Two years following that, another set of twins was born.Two years later, a set of triplet girls joined our family.That meant we had seven children age four and under plus a six-year-old.We lost a multiple birth two years later, and two years following that our youngest – a single girl was born.All of the multiple births were premature. I had not taken any fertility drugs.The experience I had being a stay-at-home mom and raising these nine children are written in my first book: “Families Are Forever If I Can Just Get Through Today”.The book was very popular, and I was immediately thrust into the speaking circuit.I spoke to all ages from youth groups to Sun City retirees.I was the keynote speaker at many women and youth conferences as well as Texas State Mother of Multiples Convention and the national convention for the Mother of Twins Clubs.I served in executives in my church and also taught older youth for more than 30 years.I also spent many years teaching gospel doctrine to adults.My life was always full.I had never learned to feel.I just did things automatically – almost like a robot.I was self taught in many areas.My college degree taught me well that there is always someone else who knows more about a given subject.I read, searched and studied diligently to learn all I could.My life was lived in the fast lane until January, 1988 when my entire existence took a tailspin.This is the story in "The Illness That Healed Me”.I worked at Hill Air Force Base following graduating from college and after our daughter’s birth until my husband earned his college degree.Following that I occasionally sewed professionally, taught sewing, worked college registrations, did typing in my home, and other jobs to add to our income.After my illness, I went to work on a more full time basis.The last ten years have been spent working as an Assistant to the Director of Religious School and Youth Departments in a Jewish synagogue.I continue to read, to study, to discover new ideas and philosophies.I have always had a desire to learn to paint.I may yet take that up.I have lived most of my life in Utah with seven years in the Phoenix area while our children were teenagers. We have 39 grandchildren and four great grandchildren.
A sudden illness in January 1988 (no equilibrium, total dizziness and nausea) put me to bed for the next five months and forever altered the course of my life.My past was gone, and I would never again be who I had beenFlashbacks of sexual abuse followed after months and a couple of years working at trying to heal and to be healthy and whole again.These flashbacks shook the false identity I had worked a lifetime to create.I no longer knew who I was.Nothing felt safe.My security was gone.My false self had to be crushed in order for me to find my way once again. This was part of the healing – to let go of the past so I could discover who I was.My health was gone.I had to find my own way to heal as doctors and modern technology could find nothing wrong with me.Libraries, seminars, alternative healing modalities, tapes, Internet, new friends, and meditation propelled me into new way of being.I found new friends who served as guides.It was a troubled time, and I tripped and fell down several times trying to climb up a very rocky, steep incline.It would take years of intense seeking, soul-searching, and investigating before I began to see a glimmer of light at the end of a very long tunnel.In the midst of all of this chaos, I was propelled into some impact training.It was some of the most arduous work I would encounter.It wounded and tormented me.The head trainer was relentless in causing the false exterior to break down and to give way to the inner me who had been waiting a lifetime to find freedom.He won, but it cost me dearly.I died a thousand deaths while my false identity and ego were shattered.It took years for the real me to find her way to the surface.Along the way, I learned volumes of healing ways.I became acquainted with myriads of souls who had discovered uncommon ways to become whole. I was led from one book to another, from one lecturer to another, from one guide to another.It is in hindsight that I can see all the blessings, all the angels who crossed my path, and a Higher Power who was in control of my destiny.I learned to surrender.And in that surrendering, my heart’s desires poured forth.My path didn’t have a finish line.It is one that I continue to trod and from which I continue to learn.I discovered healing is a journey rather than an experience.