As a child my family was submerged in turmoil. Alcoholism, abuse and confusion. All of these circumstance where constant in my life. If not for the faith and hope that was planted in my heart, at a little church on the 49th street hill in Tulsa Oklahoma, I could have been a statistic of failure, like so many who are facing the same social dilemmas that are present in many homes. The hope and triumphs of my life are because of the first seeds of faith planted so long ago. A strong Pastor who showed true love and concern for my father, the Sunday School Teacher who taught me I was special and destined for something good. The stories I have compiled have had some modifications; time has been generalized at age 4 to 13. The names have been changed. Some stories have been tweaked, to end in a good way, which is how I choose to remember. Others may have a different recall, an altered story at these occurrences, but this is my story, not theirs.