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My Journey, ...


From a warehouse in Iowa

   to the top of the corporate ladder

      as a Un-Churched, Un-Bibled

         and Un-Hymned child of God

Seven years ago, the notion of writing a book was not even a thought. After recently surviving heart failure, back surgery, and life-threatening brain surgery, my thoughts about recovery consumed me. As a result of the emergency brain surgery, my hands would no longer do simple tasks like pick up a dime from the table. For me, being able to type a book was equivalent to climbing Mount Everest. 


Explaining how my typing skills before the surgery were non-existent and describing my “hunt and peck” approach to typing, didn’t stop my persistent Physical Therapist, who was adamant that typing would help. So, the typing began.

Remembering a career of marketing and all the words that had passed through my fingers only added to my frustration. For decades, writing was work not pleasure. Writing all those words that were never read. Words describing the latest greatest technology that the reader needed to buy, right now! Words that were swallowed up in innumerable brochures, PowerPoints, and “blurbs.”

As part of my daily rehab, I started by writing some family history and posting them on my “blog”, it was a chore. Every day seemed to be a battle between my index fingers and the spell checker. Only six years after the brain surgery, my résumé now includes the title “author.” Go figure.

Now, my writing is a passion. A passion planted by God in the heart of a broken man that couldn’t see a future outside of disability and struggle. God has used my writing for so many blessings, including the physical reprogramming of my hands and brain.

The biggest blessing from my new writing passion is how God used my writing as a platform for my renewal. It seems the more I write, the more He shows me about me. The more He shows me about me, the closer I draw to Him. And, by His promise in James 4:8, He draws closer to me every day!

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