“If there is a god, he will have to beg my forgiveness.” Whether or not these words were found carved into the wall of a Nazi death camp, it is certainly how I felt trudging through the jungles of Vietnam in 1966. “Why would God permit such mayhem and horror?” I was told that God was good and loving, but I found no love or goodness in the rot of war. While I remained culturally tied to Christianity after returning to the United States, I was, for all intents and purposes, an atheist. My job as a police officer only reassured me of… Read More
Overcoming Obstacles
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My mother was always my anchor. She was my safe place where I never felt judged, and I could let it out and still be loved. Her death two years ago left my world in shambles. She did her best to raise her boys to be good men, teaching us love, kindness and a work ethic. Through the years, my mother became my best friend; the one I could turn to for anything, who knew just what to say, when to listen, and when to set me straight. I will never forget that call; my mother was gone. Falling into a sea… Read More
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As spring began to bloom in 2025, life felt steady—new job, another birthday, fresh beginnings. But one phone call from my mom in April changed everything: “I’ve been diagnosed with breast cancer.” The words felt distant, almost unreal. The joy I had felt about my new job faded, replaced by a single thought: I needed to be with her. I was grateful the doctors had caught the cancer early, yet my mind kept returning to the statistics: each year, millions of women face this diagnosis. Women under 40 are affected, too. I was still too young for a mammogram, but the… Read More
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I was born into what looked like a solid, God-fearing home—two parents, three brothers, and church multiple times a week. My dad sometimes preached, and my mom led the nursery and sang in the choir. But behind closed doors, life was very different. My dad, who spoke of God, was also my abuser. He manipulated and confused me, framing the abuse as love. That trauma shaped my identity. I craved love, even in broken forms. By 15, I had been abused by five different men and became pregnant with my first son, Damian. I loved him deeply, but inside, I was… Read More
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God has the final say; it has always been that way in my life. It has been nine months since the doctors gave me a poor prognosis. I had an accident and fractured my hips. For a young person, the recovery process is quick, but not for an elderly person like me, who is 86 years old. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors considered emergency surgery, but after analyzing all my conditions, they said it was not possible. Surgery would put my life at risk. I have hypertension, ischemic heart disease, endothoracic goiter with tracheal displacement, and bronchial asthma.… Read More
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I’ve been blessed to be calling basketball games on radio for the University of Alabama since 2002. And, I have to pinch myself when I say this, but I recently became the Voice of the Crimson Tide football team. But if it wasn’t for God’s amazing grace, I wouldn’t be here to enjoy this ride. Three times in a 16-month period, I experienced serious health battles which almost took my life. In 2018, my family woke to find me in bed incoherent in a fetal position. We don’t know how long I had been in that state. I was taken to St… Read More






