we moved back to seminole. we started going to a baptist church. there was a boze down the drain ceremony.
i never picked up on her loneliness. i wasnt much help. i would take off alone on my bike and cruise for hours along the beaches. i have a huge appreciation for single moms.
jimmy swain was married to mom soon after i think. he was a nice man over all. he knew exactly what was going on that i kept secret. he taught me to drink and smoke responsably.and actually to use protection. mom didnt know that part i think. although soon after their marriage i was sent to a boarding school in Iowa named Cono Christian School. where i in fact learned a new life. although i was saved multiple times in the Baptist church here at cono i learned the true gospel. jesus died for my sins not if i am good enough Jesus will have died for my sins. its un conditional. accually learning this is even today a daily act.
i was called to the principles office this time it wasnt a paddling.jimmy had a heart attack and died. a year or two into marriage. looking back mom had to have just felt shell shocked with broken dreams. this jolted me to a new level of reality that left me thinking fanny Crosby’s song His Eye Is On The Sparrow. yet the void was big. but now i see God wanted to be my Father. and God wanted to be moms lover.