   Born in Montana. Father was a alcoholic and never around. Mother divorced him and married a used car salesman. He hated loud music. Once he threatened to break my guitar. It was a solid wood straight through neck that I bought with my money. I positioned my guitar as if holding a baseball bat.  I told him, "I bought this and I decide who breaks it!" Thank God he took me seriously. Who really wants to start out life with a murder wrap?

   It's amazing how long we hold on emotional pain. I nurtured mine for years. I held on to it thinking it made me stronger. Truth be told, it was turning me into the people I loathed. I forgave them. I released myself from self-imprisonment. I realized the biggest hater and lier was...me.  Why add more weight of this world upon your head? There are enough people with the same affliction creating pain and suffering. I decided not to add to the willfull  misery. I decided to follow Jesus.

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