
I grew up in a chaotic, unhappy home with six kids, alcoholism, divorce, absent dad and debt. I felt alone, unloved, worried and worthless. My only comfort was a sweet parakeet, Marco Polo. When he died, I whimpered alone in my room. Suddenly a nice man in a maroon robe appeared, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Don't worry; things will get better." I felt a warm wave of love and comfort. Then he disappeared. Who was he? How did he get here? Where did he go? There was no one to … [Read more...]





















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