Availability:In StockContributor:Herbert J. KeenerPublish date:2019-05-28Pages:156
Language:EnglishPublisher:FriesenPressISBN-13:9781525528125ISBN-10:1525528122UPC:9781525528125Book Category:Biography & AutobiographyBook Subcategory:Religious, Personal MemoirsSize:9.00 x 6.00 x 0.36 inchesWeight:0.5203Product ID:SCV0KGT12K
When I decided to write this book, it was going to be all about me and how I survived terrible hardships. It seemed like I really didn't have any special situation that I overcame. I was just like every other idiot that made bad decisions and got themselves into predicaments and their consequences. Once I realized the type of person I was, and how I portrayed myself to others, I knew that I had to write this book. For others embarking on the same path, I realized there are consequences for what they do, what they say, and who they hurt. When I was younger, I never gave a thought about my actions or who I hurt in the process. I would just think "oops" and move on to another idiotic adventure. I did eventually face the consequences of my actions, and I hope this book is a learning lesson for those heading in the same direction that I was. I met a ghost writer who was able to put into words what I really wanted to say from my heart. I now realize that the consequence I could not foresee was death, not just an "oops".
Language:EnglishPublisher:FriesenPressISBN-13:9781525528125ISBN-10:1525528122UPC:9781525528125Book Category:Biography & AutobiographyBook Subcategory:Religious, Personal MemoirsSize:9.00 x 6.00 x 0.36 inchesWeight:0.5203Product ID:SCV0KGT12K
Keener, Herbert J.: - "I grew up in Stockton, California, in a place on the east side called Garden Acres, better known as Okieville because that is where a lot of people migrated to in the 1930's and later. My father moved us there in 1944, built a shack, and then left my mother for a waitress from the local diner. We were worse than dirt poor, but we didn't know it because my mother never let a day go by that she didn't let my brothers and I know that she loved us. I believe that is the only reason I am here today. I was an unruly and selfish child who believed I should get anything that I wanted, and it did not matter how I got it. Growing up in Okieville, I got into many things that others did - most of them illegal. I broke my mother's heart many times growing up, and I never gave it a thought. I believed that was just the way of life, and it was not until I was forty-four years old that I realized who I had become. It was overwhelming when I discovered that not all of the other people around me were the idiots, but the idiot was actually me...."
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When I decided to write this book, it was going to be all about me and how I survived terrible hardships. It seemed like I really didn't have any special situation that I overcame. I was just like every other idiot that made bad decisions and got themselves into predicaments and their consequences. Once I realized the type of person I was, and how I portrayed myself to others, I knew that I had to write this book. For others embarking on the same path, I realized there are consequences for what they do, what they say, and who they hurt. When I was younger, I never gave a thought about my actions or who I hurt in the process. I would just think "oops" and move on to another idiotic adventure. I did eventually face the consequences of my actions, and I hope this book is a learning lesson for those heading in the same direction that I was. I met a ghost writer who was able to put into words what I really wanted to say from my heart. I now realize that the consequence I could not foresee was death, not just an "oops".
Keener, Herbert J.: - "I grew up in Stockton, California, in a place on the east side called Garden Acres, better known as Okieville because that is where a lot of people migrated to in the 1930's and later. My father moved us there in 1944, built a shack, and then left my mother for a waitress from the local diner. We were worse than dirt poor, but we didn't know it because my mother never let a day go by that she didn't let my brothers and I know that she loved us. I believe that is the only reason I am here today. I was an unruly and selfish child who believed I should get anything that I wanted, and it did not matter how I got it. Growing up in Okieville, I got into many things that others did - most of them illegal. I broke my mother's heart many times growing up, and I never gave it a thought. I believed that was just the way of life, and it was not until I was forty-four years old that I realized who I had become. It was overwhelming when I discovered that not all of the other people around me were the idiots, but the idiot was actually me...."
