I think that we each have life experiences that have pointed us in directions
that are different than others.
I was raised in a Pentecostal home under the influence of a well worn razor
strap and each of my parents tried to kill me as an infant/child. My
mother strangled me until I passed out and she then had a change in heart.
My father's abuse I won't even post. He was a former missionary. Yet
to this day I appreciate everything that he did to me and for me and he is my
inspiration for my direction. His dedication and commitment to his God
impresses me to this day. I know that he has forgiven himself for his
actions and we almost got to discussing it when I was an adult, but it just
didn't happen. (We all have to forgive ourselves for what others do to us
- it is our creation.) My forgiveness of him didn't happen over night, but
the beauty in that path with God's help is a pleasure beyond description.
I'll take combat in Korea any day over having to relive my childhood.
When I got to Korea I had a loaded rifle in hand with hand grenades hanging from
my flack jacket ready to kill anything that moved. I had plenty of
experience in the trench but I thank God the war ended before that happened but
it has provided me with purpose and direction that other things never would have
done.