Getting Caught Saved My Life

How does a happy little boy with dreams and aspirations wake up one day a grown man with nothing to his name, except 435 pounds and a prison cell? I know. Growing up, my dreams revolved around Dad, a pilot for a major airline carrier.  I too will fly one day!

Don’t Need to Run Away Anymore

As a young child, I was a hard-working, exemplary student throughout elementary school and the beginning of middle school.  Once eighth grade started, I began to spend time with the wrong crowd.  I knew the stuff they did was wrong, but still I adopted their habits.  Smoking,

Do You Know the Vine?

“…As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in […]

Strong Arms and True Strength

“Ready, go!” were the only words I heard, and then it was over. The year was 1980, and I was competing at a Canadian Arm-wrestling Tournament on a friend’s offer to pay my entry fee. Though this was only my first victory, it propelled the course of my life—one I never could have

Learning a New Dance

At five years old, I knew exactly what I wanted.  “Mommy, I want to be a ballerina when I grow up.” Tutus and tiaras, music and applause, glitter and make up…what girl could want anything more? “Okay, sweetie,” my mom responded kindly, as she did to so many of my childhood dreams. 

Confessions of a Mortician’s Daughter

My father was the local mortician in our small town, so conversation in our home daily centered on the matter of life and death. The fear of dying consumed me. Sometimes I imagined myself lying in a casket in my father’s funeral home.