My Mother, My Father

Once upon a time a beautiful young lady and a very handsome young man fell in love and got married. They were a wonderful compatible couple and God blessed them with a fine baby boy ( eight pounds, eight ounces). They loved their little boy very much. They raised him, nurtured him, coddled him and spoiled him. They raised him in the palm of the hand and gave him everything they thought he wanted.

Finally, when he was about seven or eight, they let his feet touch the ground. The first thing I did was to run out into the front yard, and then through the front gate, where I found someone who said, "Go ahead Edward! Right over there." Once on the other side of the street I ran into someone else who gave me the Go sign for a left-hand turn to the corner. When I got there, a voice said, "Turn right, and striaght ahead. You can't miss it!" And that's the way it's always been.

Every time I reached a point where I needed direction, I ran into a friendly advisor who told me what and which way to go to get what or where I wanted to get or go or do.