Couldn’t think of a crucial time, but my Mom was always my hero.

Conversely, one who destroyed it was a priest I encountered leaving the cemetery where my fiance was freshly buried trying to not drive my car off the road to make the pain stop.  My family didn’t deserve it and I didn’t want to go to Hell. Around a curve in the country, there it was. A church with an open door. God found me.

The man (of God) was short, said he was closing but I could make an appointment. Davidsonville MD.