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About Me
- Tiny
- Born during WWII, I am a quentisential precursor to the Baby Boomer's. During a time of trouble mother was never there. She was building tank parts at the Studebaker Factory. There was no day care either. Later, in mid childhood I was sent to the hospital twice by abusing father figures. In the fourth grade I was awakened at 2 in the morning, told I was no good and driven around in a car to a strange town, then told to get out of the car! Predictiably, I grew up to be an abuser. Of what you ask? Alcohol, drugs and women, I would have to admit. I went hippie only to find that love had turned to lust. Peace had become, what piece do you want? Of the world, of the wealth, or of sex. So I was both the victim and the victimizer. The hater and the hated. Once the loser, but now the winner! Even the abuser can change. Want to find out how?
1 comment:
I agree that title is weird -- unless you are trying to help people overcome ministries. How about Washington New Hope Ministries?
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