Surfer, Soldier, Outlaw, Saint
I sat straight up in bed, the sweat flowing from every pore in my shaking body. Terrified, looking around the darkened room, I could see my club jacket (colors) hanging from a hook on the wall. The nightmares and flashbacks had become more intense. So much so, that I dreaded to succumb to sleep. I reached under the pillow, pulled out my .45 caliber automatic and placed the barrel on my temple. More
Growing up in the 60's in a beach town as a surfer. Drafted and sent to Vietnam. Coming home hostile and wild. Becoming a member of an outlaw
motorcycle club. Going totally out of control, losing my grip on my life. Then, running into Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.