Do you want to hear a story that is so marvelous that you'll think I made it up? I know for a fact that it is true 'cuz it happened to me over forty years ago and the results ripple right down to the present.
Okay, where shall I start? Guess what, I have something in common with a lot of you. I come from a broken home. I know the anguish of seeing a marriage torn apart right in front of my eyes and feeling the effects in my own soul because it was my Mom and Dad.
Ours was one of those old-fashioned homes where you didn't tell others what was going on behind closed doors: gotta put on a good front, ya know. So what was the result? Pain and heartache and groping in despair.
But I did reach out: I was not as reserved as some of my siblings so talked to our pastor, or at least, tried too. He listened impassively, or so it seemed. I got more desperate: our home was falling apart right in front of my eyes, Mom and Dad didn't love one another anymore, and I and my hapless brothers and sisters were caught in the vortex.
So I did what only a writer would do, I put my heartache in words, in poem form actually, and gave it to him when I had the opportunity. What did he do? He gave it back and said: "that's very nice." Did it help? Nope. (Wish I still had that poem.)
I see that this is going to end up being a whole lot longer than I had expected, but I promise you it does have a happy ending. What a trite word. Come on give me a better one, joyous, blessed, comforting,-- gratifying? No one word seems to describe what I went and am going through.
But I know you have places to go, and things to do, so stay tuned until tomorrow, and yes, I'll keep writing while you face your day.
P.S. Please check out my book. (Link below.) If you want to escape from a troubled past and hope for a better future, this may be the most comforting book you will ever read,
