Learning to cope
I was born in an old mill town in Fries, Virginia. Look at this picture from 72 years ago of my dad holding my little sister. The old house did not have any doors — those are old navy blankets over the door. You could look through cracks in floors and see the hogs under the house. The porch had hand rails and a half roof. There were 12 kids plus Mom and Dad living there. We farmed 15 acres to stay alive. My dad had a bad heart, and I used to pray for God to keep me from going through the same things, but I have had heart surgery seven times. My wife said my health was killing her, so she left with another man. My little dog and I live by ourselves. I preached for 31 years.
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