I'm A Lucky Man...

About the Book

On the day I was born, June 15, 1929, I was told there was a severe thunder storm. I was born at home like most people at that time. My father came to see the new baby, my grandmother and my mother opened up the window of the second floor and threw water out all over him. This ominous beginning soon became the rhythm of my life.

My mother, Miriam, had a bad habit of hitting. If you did something wrong she would hit you and knock you down on your rear end. If she had something in her hand she would hit you with it, it didn't matter if it was a dish, milk bottle, I don't care what it was, you got hit with it. I used to hate that. I hated that with a passion.

I was quite young when we went to a place called Schnader's Dam. It was near Mohnton. Miriam had some relatives living up there, so we went up for a visit. There was a dam there. This guy took me out in the water, he was suppose to be my uncle, and he kept pushing my head under the water. He held me down for a long time and I was getting scared--he pulled me up and then he did it again. Then someone came out and asked him what he was doing to me. He said "I am just having fun with him."

About the Author

I grew up during the Depression and my home life was not an easy one. I had to become self-reliant at a very young age in order to survive the diversities that were handed to me. I was considered "Peck's Bad Boy" but through some very good friends and learning how to trust people, I turned that around, had a very productive military career in the Air Force, was a scanner for the Air Rescue Service for the Air Force, was a very good recruiter and could sell the Air Force because of how they helped me. I became a wonderful husband and father to a very lovely young child and made sure that she had a much better life than I had. I wanted to convey to mis-treated, underprivileged children that you can overcome diversities and become a productive adult with the help of good friends and eventually trusting in the Lord.