I grew up in a small town and was a typical kid. I’ll never forget the night we went to the movies, and I saw “The Wild One” with Marlon Brando. I was hooked. My tricycle was my Harley and “adventure” was my middle name. At a very early age, my mom and dad got divorced. I didn’t remember anything about dad except he was in the Navy in World War II, and Korea in the Marines. My mom’s family told me that he hated me and didn’t want anything to do with me. She re-married before I started 2nd grade. Her husband adopted me, and they had 2 kids. He did his best raising me, my ½ sister and ½ brother, but he and I were never close. He got a job with the government, and we moved several times. There were times that it was tough being the “new” kid in school.

During the 6th grade, I accepted Jesus as my savior because of the influence of a friend and a Baptist church. During the middle of my senior year of high school, we moved again to another state. When I graduated from high school, I thought I knew what God wanted me to do. Well, it didn’t happen. I couldn’t understand why and where I went wrong. I thought God had been pretty clear. Well, it really ticked me off. If I was wrong about that, what else was I wrong about. For a number of years there were times that I was very angry, searching and trying to make sense

of my life. I’m not proud of my drinking back then. Over the years God began to reveal Himself to me. I began to realize that He had always loved me, and watched over me.

In 2000, at the encouraging of a very close friend, I found my biological father and another ½ brother. Mom’s family had lied about him.

In 2008, I became involved in The Way Riderz in Sacramento with Mark Swaim as president and Lonnie Nix. God began revealing how active He had been in my life all along, and I started “connecting the dots” of my life I’m realizing that I was stereotyping God, just like people with tattoos or suits get stereotyped.

He is much bigger than the box I was putting Him in, and He wanted me to spend eternity with Him though His son Jesus. I’ve realized that I disrespect Him when I look for a relationship with people or organizations that only He can provide. Jesus makes it possible to be a child of God, and I enjoy his creation while riding my 2006 Ultra Classic Harley.