“If you give Catholicism enough money you can buy any amount of salvation and *graces* from them, so they say.”
Who is Martin Luther?
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Martin-Luther
Martin Luther King? Good man.
Got stories about Protestant, Presbyterian. I’ll leave that for now. My mom was a Christian. RIP mom. Thanks. love
OOPS. One more thing. My wife was raised Catholic. She still goes to church. My sis converted to Catholic because her best friend Diane was in a big 7-child Catholic family 2 doors away. The boy in the house next door to us of 3 boys got his vaccine shot. He was never the same. Stop. Yikes.
My daughter’s hubby is Michael. I call him St. Michael. Good man. He has a son Lincoln who was to have a twin brother. RIP Liam. No body knew at that time.
My early girlfriend in Detroit who I (Lincoln Park) still keep in touch with gave me a medal to keep on me. I wore it around my neck for years and then let it dangle wrapped around my rearview mirror. St. Christopher medal. I had no idea who he was or what that meant. I do now. Be careful on the freeways and surface streets. There are some high speed drivers out there dodging in and out with very little room for any error. I don’t know why but something might be stressing them out. I never seen anything like it during my travels lately. Stay alert. Food phone music is a distraction. When split seconds count. Slow down. Use the right hand lane. Check your blind spots. Check your rearview mirror.
Marilyn Rose Kavalko was raised Catholic. Single parent mother to her and her sister Rosemary. Her father died when she was a little girl. I forgot how. Marilyn’s mom was Mary. Very religious. Was always praying in her house saying the rosary. My other girlfriend’s father died when she was a little girl. Working on the Ambassador Bridge connecting USA to Canada. A long crane carrying a long I-beam fell and it killed him. Frank Deaton, father of Kathy Diane Deaton. I never met him, but told him I was sorry in prayer. Kathy’s mom was Mary also. She was a great seamstress. She made pants and shirt for me. I was 19. Went with Kathy for 2 years. She dumped me. I split with Marilyn when I went to CMU. She was still a senior at Redford HS in Detroit. I hooked up with Kathy when I transferred to Wayne St. My CMU baseball scholarship. Pffft. Didn’t care about it. That summer, yes the summer of ‘69 (forgot who sang that one), I discovered something that I liked more than baseball. Girls. That darn Kathy. : )
What a life of stories. Write yours down folks. Archive them. Pass them on for future generations. Print them off. Laminate them. Don’t let them get scrubbed from this machine. Your books of Mary, John, Mike, Marilyn, Kathy, Peggy, whoever, etc.
My story is from Phil. That’s me. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.