A 'Smart' Kid Every Sunday I went to church. Well I didn’t go to church, I went to Sunday School. It really wasn’t that bad, it just meant that when my friends were going out to play, I was going to learn about Jesus. You see, my whole family went to church, every Sunday! Dad would be dressed in a suit and mum in a flowery dress, Helen, my sister, who was in the Sunday School class up from me, would also be wearing a dress, and me? I HAD to wear a shirt and ‘smart’ trousers, no T-shirt on a Sunday for me!   Read more...

The Last Chance? I was born and raised in Falmouth and in 1964 I served my time as an apprentice plumber and heating engineer working in the trade for about 28 years. During the early eighties I got divorced, lost my Mother from breast cancer and got remarried.   Read more...   Sex, Drugs & Church? I think the one thing that most people are looking for is acceptance. This is what was missing in the first 25 years of my life. It was a time of rejection and hurt in various ways. My childhood set the pattern of how I was going to live in the future. My parents separated when I was small and later divorced. Half of my childhood was spent living with Mum and the other half with family, in children’s homes or foster parents. Read more...   Just Waitin' In The Rain I was born five years after the end of the Second World War into a middle class family. My father worked in a profession and my mother ran the house. We were not rich but we were not poor either. Church was somewhere we went for christenings, weddings and funerals and God was "somewhere out there". I ran my own life for nearly fifty years and in that time I became a Solicitor, married, divorced and changed jobs. Sometimes I felt happy and sometimes sad, but that is life isn't it? Read more...   Half Hippy / Half Christian? I was born in Reading, a place I left while still a baby so I have no memories of it. I grew up in Bournemouth - pretty much a feral child as my mother was bedridden with MS and at that time my father was away fighting in World war two. He returned an alcoholic so we still rarely saw him. My main memories of him were of a Dad who visited with presents and promises. The promises were never kept and at times my mother was forced to sell the presents because we were so poor. Read more...

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