by Grace… Mystified, unsettled Life was becoming too hard But while this feeling nagged A hushed voice wooed “There’s a better way” The Spirit prodded Like a slap up side my head I was turned by Grace… His resplendent light Exposed the path Pried open my eyes And revealed to my spirit A haven where […]
It was the “turning point.” It began in 1963; the year I became a “Reject.” Rather, I joined the “Rejects of Southern California;” a car club that my best friend, Ron, invited me to join. What enticed me? Stories of drinking, carousing, sex; three activities in which I wasn’t very accomplished, unless one measures success by two arrests for alcohol-related misdemeanors, and nearly being lost in the abandoned mines of Calico on a car club outing. That day should have scared me plenty, but I hungered for more.