A first-person account from off the beaten track, as told to Anne Ford.
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“I was not born with a silver spoon. I was raised in a single-parent family. My mother was a welder by trade. My sisters and I loved our mother, and she loved us. But you know, when your mother has to work long, hard hours to provide for three children, that leaves some potential for gaps in your development.
“I called my aunt and asked her if I could go to church with her at Christ Universal Temple. She agreed. The first Sunday I came, three people walked in front of the congregation. One of the people was a lady. The top part of the service had singing and announcements and such, but not until it was time for the sermon did I get to hear this lady. And once the lady opened her mouth, it was not the voice I had heard on my grandmother’s tapes.
