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    • Thank you, Anne. I can't imagine what it must be like to be homeless and a teen girl. I don't remember even knowing that adults preying on kids/teens was a thing until maybe my 20s? I know some boys are preyed upon too, I just can't imagine and was lucky enough to never have to.

      My daughter recently took in a pregnant teen through a wonderful, inspiring program:

    • Thank you, Chris. I’ll be thinking about you and your life story for quite some time, I expect. The immediate impact took me back to the scriptures and the beautiful passage on love. “Love.....bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” The “believes all things” phrase had me stumped for some years as a young man. Your life story is such a powerful example of the impact of love when it is manifested as the investment of belief in another person. Belief in response to abject failure, even. And such love was not lost on you as you clearly rose to it. How can we understand this kind of love? How are we to respond to the examples of those who loved you in this way? Can we learn to give this kind of love to those we encounter in life? Even to our adversaries? So much content here.

      JD

    • Chris, thank you so much for sharing this. It is an increadible story and it meant a lot to me to know of this. I am in awe of the difficulties and strength you had. -Justin Russell

    • Hey Justin!! Great to see you here. For those following along, Justin is one of my sister Jane's sons. Your avatar makes you look all grown up and handsome. I don't know if you've ever seen this, but I digitized one of Grampie's movies of your mom and our older sister Robin with my mom before her illness. It's adorable!

    • What an incredible story Chris. Very brave in the telling and, of course, in the living of that experience. Beautifully written. Once you got with the program about writing, you did not mess around did you? Humbling stuff and a great reminder of the need for humanity and kindness for those who are suffering misfortune through no fault of their own. Thank you.

    • Thank you, Aspad (autocorrect thought you were the president of Syria).

      It’s funny, in some ways I feel my experience helped me be happier since everything is relative in my mind to living on the streets. On the other, there’s a sadness about what happened to my mom that I’ve never been able to shake.

    • Reading your story gave me perspective on my childhood.. It was similar in many respects, broken home, belts& welts, etc. I was always on my own, but I was never homeless. I too have had a wonderful, happy adult life, with a loving wife by my side. My motorcycle has been my therapist since age 12 when I bought a 1971 Suzuki TC90 with my own money from a paper route and working small jobs (never received an allowance). I walked to a ranch in Moraga and rode it home at night, with no parental approval or oversight. I've had 48 years of Moto therapy since. I was surprised to read that we have the same alma mater.................Glorietta, not Stanford (too ignorant). I was there from '65-'69, then onto IVI, Campolindo....

      I want to thank you for pulling back the curtain and sharing some of your experiences, conveying them in a raw, straight forward manner. It gave me pause and reflection on how we are brought into this existence with no perspective, nor influence on our lives.

      Happy Trails - Dave

    • Thanks, Dave! Oh my God I had a Honda 90 that I bought with my own money caddying at Orinda Country Club. I was also IVI and Campolindo. What a small world.

      This is what I looked like then.