They say there are two sides to every story, right?
My Mom's version of the story included a lot of beautiful words spoken, a lot of joy, tenderness, spirituality, hope, and Christ-like love.
Dad telling us this story |
My Dad's version involved drug addicts, some guy from New York City (who apparently you could just look at and you knew it), witch hunters, visionary "underpinnings," something that they had "figured out to the max," and a warning that I would go "straight down" if I repeated any of it. It was just so funny! If I didn't know better, I think I would have literally been on the floor laughing.
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