What is Aaron? (Num. 16:11)

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth" That's an introduction isn't it? Well, we know that soon after that, man was made. Well about 116 generations later, I was born! I'm sure glad I was born, my life would be pretty dull if I wasn't born. Boy am I just full of stupid remarks? (don't answer that). Well, we'll get into the details of what happened after I was born soon. Stay with me and I promise, you'll either be board to tears or learn something about me.

My number one inspiration is God. Now that needs to be further qualified. God the Father has inspired me with His love. I was dead in tresspasses and sins, the enemy of God and He sent His Son to die for me! I am inspired by the righteousness, meekness, holiness, power, love, (should I go on?) of the Son of God, Jesus Christ. The One who died for me and was victorious over the grave! I am inspired to walk a holy and righteous life full of love to others through the grace and power of the Holy Spirit of God. He leads me, He keeps me, and He helps me to be conformed into the image of Jesus Christ.

Now, others that help me along the way that I could say have inspired me would be:
My Pastor
My Parents
My Wife
My Cousin, Luke
My Church Family

Really, everyone that God has helped me to be in contact with have made some sort of impact on my life. So, if you do not see your name in this section, it's not becuase you don't mean anything to me, its just that I don't have time to type out millions of names.

Therefore, you may imagine your name in this blank _______________.

My earliest memory is one of being in a car seat while entering the appartments that we lived in. I guess I was somewhere around a year old or so. We lived there for a while. I also remember that I had a couple of cousins that lived in the same appartment complex with us. We liked to play at the playground that, as far as I could remember, was accross the street from our apartment. My memories of that time are very limited. I remember learning what clovers were, that rabbits eat clovers, and I learned my ABCs and got paid one US dollar for reciting them to my parents. Other things that I remember from that time are birthday parties at 'showbiz pizza' now 'chucky cheeses', a terrible tornado went through our apartments and we hid under the staircase (my dad could probably give a half hour documentary on that day), trips to the swimming pool with my cousins, and catching the apartment on fire.

One morning, I wanted to show my sister something new I learned. I saw Mom and Dad using a box of matches to light a grill for a cookout and it mesmorized me. So, I watched where they put the box of matches (parents, make sure you keep them out of reach or locked up). That morning I snatched the whole box and took them up to our bedroom. I said "sissy, check these out" and showed my sister what I had found. I told her to see if she could find out how they worked. After sitting and watching for a few minutes, I grew very impatient. I said "let me see those, I'll show you how to do it" and boy did I. I took probably half of the box out and struck them on the bottom of the box. They all lit up in a flash! Wow, we thought! I said "watch this" and then put the matches under our curtians. They caught fire really quickly that later in life I wondered if our parents must have soaked them in karosene. I then ran down stairs to tell my dad that "sissy caught our room on fire!" Boy am I the blame shifter!? I don't remember many of the details after that except that the fire got put out and we had to move out shortly thereafter.

The next place I remember living was a blue house on Bradberry St. We always called that house 'the blue house'. There, I remember we had a bully down the street, my cousin got stuck in the tree out front, I almost busted my sister's head open, my parents got into a big fight, they split up, and I was going to start school soon.

I don't remember much about the bully or my cousin getting stuck in the tree out front but I do remember the incident with my sister's head.

We always seemed to get into trouble due to dangerous activities. We often sat outside our bedroom window and watched cars go by (this was on the roof) and played games that could hurt someone. We didn't know any better, we were just kids, right? We were both under 4 years old at the time. Well, we had a bunk bed and loved to play games jumping down from the top bunk. One day, we decided to play a game where we would take turns pulling each other off the top bunk using the sheet. It was a great idea! You see where this is going don't you? Well, my sister was first. I yanked the sheet out from under her and down she fell! I heard a thud a and we were both screaming with glee (I thought). I knew something was wrong when I was at the top bunk waiting for my sister to pull the sheet out from under me and she was still laying on the floor. So when Mom came in the room, I was in big trouble. You know, no matter how logical it seemed to me when I was planning out the game with my sister, it didn't matter how many different ways I tried to explain it to my mom, it sounded like a really stupid idea. She had to get stitches in the back of her head and we say that she suffered some brain damage, but really it was just a bad headache.

I really don't remember how it started or what exactly happened. What I do remember is that I was really mad at my dad. I had a little ceramic clown that I threw at him that broke. I was told later by my mom that whe had threatened to leave my dad many times and couldn't because he treatened to commit suicide. Later, she was able to get him to let her go, but she had to leave me and my sister with him. Down the road, I found out that the lights got shut off due to failure to pay and my mom came and took me and my sister to live with her and her new boy friend, Merle.

Well, I found out in the last month on my 25 year that my mom left my dad because of an inability to fulfill his duty as a husband and father. Why would he have a problem with that? Doesn't that come natural? By the way, I love my dad and respect him in every way possible, I just want to give a reasoning for the divorce.

I think it all spawned from a relationship with another woman before my mom. Now, I may be wrong, it could have been from further back (if my dad gets better and out of the hospital, I will ask him). He married a woman named Barb. I really don't know much about the whole thing except that my uncle and some others that I have talked to about this say that after Barb left him, he was a mess. A little while later, he met my mom. They got pregnant and then they got married. All along, he had a serious alcohol problem. I was born shortly thereafter on easter Sunday April 3rd 1983. Many of the people that know my dad have told me that he never really recovered from his first marriage and that he carried his alcoholism for the rest of his life.

It is true however, that we are all responsible for our own decisions and that we will all bear our own burdens. My mom said that she tried for years to work out a deal with him on how to get the bills paid and take care of us kids then she finally gave up.

One thing that my mom did say in his defense is that he has always be willing to do anything for anyone, even if they treated him badly. My dad has been a man that never met a stranger and has always seemed happy go lucky. I remember many times that my dad has helped family members and friends get businesses going and get work done on their houses. That quality is a quality that I hope I have learned from my dad and that I never forget how to sacrifice my time and tallents for others.

Right now, my dad is in the hospital on life support. It could truly go either way at any time. I am praying that he will get better and we can spend at least one more good year with him before he passes on. I really think he could do a lot for the kingdom of God if he would just turn to Him and let Him use him for His glory.

When we moved out of the blue house, we moved into a house on Churchman street with my mom and Merle. My mom was then working for the company that she has worked for as long as I can remember. We started going to a daycare school called ECLC (not sure what that stands for). and i will have to give more later. please come back often for updates!