I am a paradox of sorts. I was born to a saintly mother and a troubled dad who drank to forget horrors of World War II. We were poverty stricken but we never did without. My bossy sister was 6-years older, my sweet brother was 6 years younger. My life was great until my maternal grandmother fell and broke her shoulder. Turns out she was a victim of breast cancer when I was only 6. My amazing grandpa died 9 months after she did with a broken heart.
How sad my life became! No more fancy homemade dresses from Granny. No more fairy tales from Grandpa. I became very shy. The older I got, the more shy I became until, I would turn red if someone even looked at me. My sister and I started attending the Nazarene Church with our neighbors. The only friend I had in Sunday school was a crippled girl who did not make me feel inferior. In fact I picked out all my friends by looking to see if they had a right to be shy too. (too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short) How Shallow!
By the time 2 other brothers had been born, I had decided that I wanted to help the unfortunate, the lame, the weak, the sickly. In fact I wanted to become a missionary nurse. I became a born-again Christian at about the age of 12.
As my friends at school began to fill out a little, I noticed I was the one who was tall and skinny. I became more shy than ever afraid I would never have a boyfriend, never marry . . .
After graduation from high school, I did become a registered nurse. I wanted to witness to folks on their deathbeds so they would not miss Heaven. However, my personality did a 360 degree turn. Now I thought I was pretty, just the right size, the favorite nurse of everyone, etc. I ran into some issues with some sinful boyfriends. Please dont act this way. I broke my sweet mama's heart for a while until I returned to Christ who amazingly forgave me and set me on the path toward righteousness.
How sad my life became! No more fancy homemade dresses from Granny. No more fairy tales from Grandpa. I became very shy. The older I got, the more shy I became until, I would turn red if someone even looked at me. My sister and I started attending the Nazarene Church with our neighbors. The only friend I had in Sunday school was a crippled girl who did not make me feel inferior. In fact I picked out all my friends by looking to see if they had a right to be shy too. (too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short) How Shallow!
By the time 2 other brothers had been born, I had decided that I wanted to help the unfortunate, the lame, the weak, the sickly. In fact I wanted to become a missionary nurse. I became a born-again Christian at about the age of 12.
As my friends at school began to fill out a little, I noticed I was the one who was tall and skinny. I became more shy than ever afraid I would never have a boyfriend, never marry . . .
After graduation from high school, I did become a registered nurse. I wanted to witness to folks on their deathbeds so they would not miss Heaven. However, my personality did a 360 degree turn. Now I thought I was pretty, just the right size, the favorite nurse of everyone, etc. I ran into some issues with some sinful boyfriends. Please dont act this way. I broke my sweet mama's heart for a while until I returned to Christ who amazingly forgave me and set me on the path toward righteousness.
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