Jesus Watches Over Me (ePub)

As a young lad, I grew up in the west end of Toronto, knowing my dad walked out on my mom and me when I was three years old. After the event when I refused to go with Jesus until my mom was with Him, I started taking my anger out against my dad to those who made the mistake of getting in my way. To see the look on those corrupt officers' faces when they had caught me for something and had to call the cop on our street to come get me was priceless. I grew up into a young man who would drive from Toronto straight to the east end of Montreal for Crepes and then return later in the day. I enjoyed driving so much I ended up with a transport license. Throughout my life, I enjoyed shooting pistol and rifle, soaring, flying, parachuting, and motorcycles. I found my dad during the late sixties, and when passing who I found out later was my half sister, I heard her tell two friends I was the black sheep of the family and that was all she knew. Once I got to know my dad, I realized why he and my mom were so wrong for each other. They were both alcoholics, though I did get one useful quality from each of them. Got my Quebecois dad's quick anger and my Irish mom's willingness to fight anyone, anywhere, at any time. These abilities served me well up until I came back to God in 1998.
My apology for having to sanitize some of the events in my life and for leaving others out. A criminal lawyer I know told me what had to be removed or changed as the laws here in Canada are different than those in the USA. Friends who read this manuscript before it went to the lawyer saw how God changed my life for the better starting in 1998. Years later the anger in me is slower and slower before it comes out. At first I only wrote down what I thought would be shown at my funeral if anyone came, and then three years ago the voice I know was from God told me to put all my life events down in a binder. I did that, but the grammar was terrible. Then two years ago I was told to have all this stuff published. Now that was a pain getting organized as I had to go through everything, checking the grammar, which I am not good at. Lucky for me two friends who read this manuscript also fixed up my grammar errors.

GOD BLESS Your Brother in CHRIST, Paul Kelly