The Anatomy of Abuse

our. At the age of three, he sat in a room with bare cement walls and a dirt floor, unloved and unwanted, told that his mom wished he would die. At the age of eight, suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome and a left leg that was three inches shorter than his right, he sat on a doctor's examination table. At forty-three, he began to examine his past, forgive, and get better. I should know, for I was that baby. About the Author I was born in the small town of Teulon, Manitoba. God set me apart before I was even born, calling my life into being even though the doctors said I wouldn't live. When I was six years old, I moved with my parents to an acreage just outside Portage la Prairie. After high school, I left to attend Bible college in Saskatoon, where I got married. In 1991, I moved with my wife up north, where I learned a lot about what not to do. A year later, I was back in Saskatoon, where I learned a lot about what not to say. While there, I found freedom-in more ways than one.