They Created Me

In the beginning God created heaven and earth but in my beginning my parents created me. It wasn't any great momentous moment but it was the start of many years to follow filled with events, people, and happenings that I will never forget.

Many would say I was blessed from birth. My mother was a beautiful young girl of 17 and my father one of the most handsome 19 year old men I've ever known. The blessing of inheriting my parent's good looks was to later in life be far more of a curse than a blessing in my mind. I would have so much rather been known for my brains or my kind heart.

The story goes that she, my mother, worked at the local A & W Restaurant and one night my father and his best friend stopped for something to eat and my father feel in love the second he saw her. He was a bit of a wild one, sort of the local Fonzie. She was not only beautiful but had the voice of an angel and sang in the church choir. What a wonderful match. Some where over the years I picked up that she skipped choir practice to meet with my father and it was that action that resulted in me.

So my life started, I can only relay the story as it was told to me over the years because I honestly don't remember it, I was rather young, but my parents married young when they learned of my coming and separated before I was born. Daddy and his best friend had been involved in a bar fight with some other young men and had been taken to jail so when my grandmother's house was called, (I've never heard who actually called) to tell my father that my mother was in labor Grandma went to the jail and bailed the two friends out.

I can only believe that this very night, the night of my birth, set the stage for my relationship with my father the rest of my life. The story goes that when arriving at the hospital my father went to my mother's room to see her, even though they were separated, and Daddy's friend went to the nursery to see me. Many years later the friend told me this story and he said I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. I've never heard what my father said when he first saw me.

My parents divorced a year after I was born and as far as I know they never lived together at any time of my life. I lived with my Mother and remember briefly seeing my Father during the early years. I remember certain birthday and Christmas gifts being at the house but I don't remember my father. I remember spending time with my grandmother, his mother, but I don't remember him.

I suppose from reading a beginning like this you may think this is going to be a very depressing story but it's not. Over the years I have had some wonderful people come into my life, had some things happen that I wish never did, and been blessed many times. I'm not going to sugar coat the story of my life. I plan to share with you the good and the bad but also hopefully will show you how they were all connected and produced an end product; a strong, independent, and happy me.