It was a broken community. My mother and I lived with my grandparents in Denver for a while when I was young. Life on the block included many broken homes. Alcohol, physical, substance and even child abuse existed in more than one of the houses on our block. Alcoholism seemed
I grew up in a loving home and I am truly blessed to have never doubted the love and support of my parents. I had an understanding of great human love, modeled before me daily. I don’t remember ever not having some sort of concept and knowledge of God. I
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When I was growing up, my family tried to regularly attend Mass (Catholic church service) every Sunday and my brother and I were alter boys during that time. Our family of four was close and as a kid, life was spent going to private school, church, playing baseball, being outdoors,
