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I am compelled to write this book at this time in my life. I have the time now. I just turned seventy one years old. I started writing almost five years ago for several reasons. First I wanted to write my father’s story since I was thirteen years old. The second reason is because I wanted to live. Concentrating in sixty seven years worth of memories would distract me from my endless daily fears of dying. With a disconnected neck and an almost constant heart arrhythmia I took up the challenge of sitting in this chair and typing at only half an hour at a time. The last year sitting with four therapeutic ice packs (arthritic hip joints, sciatica and a herniated bulging disk.)That is all the time my physical disabilities would allow me.

When I was thirteen I found out the fairy tales my father told us when we were little, were real true stories of his own life. I was told this by my mother. I had told myself then, one day I will write my father’s story. Little did I know then; my own life story would be almost as powerful.

My story must be told.

I was able to go on after every ordeal because I just turned the page into my next life, my next reinvention. My life has been filled with so many challenges. I believe God gave me the strength to endure my tragedies.

I am amazed, I can sit here at the computer and remember the details of my life of so many years ago, up to sixty-seven years ago.

I can remember everything, even though I survived all these years by blocking things out of my mind, by compartmentalizing things that happened to me when I thought I could not endure, but I did, by blocking things out.

This is the right time to tell my story. My parents have long been gone and where they are in heaven now will not be upset with my words. Most of my siblings are also gone and we are only three left, spread over three continents.

I was born in an extremely large family of nine living children, so large in fact, there were two generations of us. Yet since I was thirteen I have lived without the love and support of a brother or a sister or my family.

I am authoring this book to warn parents that trust their precious children to relatives or friends. No one will care for them like you would.

The final reason for authoring this book is to try and reach inside someone’s aching soul. Whether it is physical pain or emotional, I want to tell that person to make God your shadow and you will never, ever walk alone.