Posted by Tricia Sturgeon
I was born in Ft. Carson Colorado to an army staff seargent and his wife in 1964. I have 2 older brother (one of whom deceased) and an older sister. Rumor in the family has it that my real mom was a prostitute who "serviced" the service men on the base. When I was still a baby my real mom left my dad. He was about to be sent to Vietnam for combat and didnt know what to do about his kids. So he divided us up with his 3 sisters till if or when he came home. The ones he put me with didnt have children of their own so they set about filing for adoption which after some time my real father agreed to.
It wasnt until I was 6 years old that I found out I had siblings. My real father did return home and lived in the same town I did. I saw him every day but never really had that connection of father to daughter with him. My adoptive parents were my mom and dad, the only ones I ever knew.
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Showing posts with label Testimony. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Testimony. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
This is my story.... (AKA, my "testimony"-- if I HAVE to use that word!)
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Posted by Lori
It always feels so weird, writing my "testimony." First of all, I don't like the word "testimony." But, I guess it just means, "This is my story." So, I'll go with that.
THIS IS MY STORY!
I was born in the church. Well, okay, not physically "born" IN the church-- my momma did not GIVE BIRTH to me on a red crushed-velvet pew cushion! However, I probably first started going to church with my mom and sister when I was about 2 years old. (Dad joined us a few months later, after showing up for his first church service on a motorcycle, drunk as a skunk! Now he's a deacon in that very same church-- so it all worked out well!)
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It always feels so weird, writing my "testimony." First of all, I don't like the word "testimony." But, I guess it just means, "This is my story." So, I'll go with that.
THIS IS MY STORY!
I was born in the church. Well, okay, not physically "born" IN the church-- my momma did not GIVE BIRTH to me on a red crushed-velvet pew cushion! However, I probably first started going to church with my mom and sister when I was about 2 years old. (Dad joined us a few months later, after showing up for his first church service on a motorcycle, drunk as a skunk! Now he's a deacon in that very same church-- so it all worked out well!)
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
My Testimony
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Posted by Nick K
I received a call from my sister, who relentlessly urged me, as if it were a power greater than her, to bring my family & come spend a Sunday at a VFW where a small church was forming. I gave into her requests, & went, when I walked in, I had pre-conclusions of what I was going to find; people dressed in Sunday best, jumping up & down, thinking of the old cliché rolling down the isles. However, that was the farthest from the truth, I saw people of every background, & dress from ex-gang members, to huge burly bikes, & everything in between.
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I received a call from my sister, who relentlessly urged me, as if it were a power greater than her, to bring my family & come spend a Sunday at a VFW where a small church was forming. I gave into her requests, & went, when I walked in, I had pre-conclusions of what I was going to find; people dressed in Sunday best, jumping up & down, thinking of the old cliché rolling down the isles. However, that was the farthest from the truth, I saw people of every background, & dress from ex-gang members, to huge burly bikes, & everything in between.
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