“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction. Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and do not forsake your mother’s teaching; indeed, they are a graceful wreath to your head, and ornaments about your neck.”
On January 8 of 1985 I was redeemed. Two people took me out of a poor situation and took me into their hearts and home and adopted me. My birth mother drank through my pregnancy. My true mother would nurse me through every childhood ache and illness. My birth father was quiet, emotionally removed, and likely an alcoholic. My true father would teach me to play ball as my true grandpa had done and he would lay in my bed one summer night until my brother and I fell asleep. Continue reading →



