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Before moving on in the unfolding of this story, I must insert the disclaimer: I love, love my parents dearly. For all readers who have living parents, or even just one living, consider yourselves very fortunate. My parents were genuinely some of the most hard-working and humbleread more

Third grade. By this time, my family had grown; instead of two little brothers, I now had three. Benjamin was born in the same fashion as we all had been: on the floor of a house. Again had my mother given birth with no midwives and... read more

In 1986, Hurricane, Utah was a smaller, quieter version of the community it is today. On the outer fringes of Zion National Park, it was also giving birth to what is now Chums International. My family rented a two-bedroom house on Main Street. By thiread more