I hesitate to admit that I never aspired to become an Author. I was satisfied being a caterpillar and was not interested in metamorphosing. I was satisfied hanging from a branch of a tree snuggled up in my cocoon. The Creator of the Universe did not give me the opportunity to voice my opinion about the matter.

It was proven He did not need or want my input. In fact, I didn’t have any aspirations or dreams, neither during my childhood, nor my early adult years. My father and mother were dirt poor, and there were no discussions about what I wanted to do or to achieve in life.

As a teenager, I knew I needed to get a job, and I was blessed to find one in Birmingham Ala which is about fifteen miles from my home in Bessemer, Alabama. My childhood sweetheart and I got married right after I graduated from High School, and he joined the Army. The rest of my story will unfold in this book.