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  • I also have been trying to explain how I connect with God.

    I do not see him as a wise man. I feel God as an entity with the power to hold my chin above the 'deep water' of life so I can survive.

    When I was an isolated mother in Mexico far away from England, the only environment I knew, I would talk to God at my worst moments. I asked him to keep me safe and give me the strength to cope with bringing up my baby daughter in a land and emotional environment so strange to me.

    I had never seen my father or mother drinking alcohol apart from sipping the holy wine on the Sabbath and the odd nip of whisky my father drunk when he had a cold.

    In Mexico I saw the worst results of copious drinking. The fact that inebriated people also carried guns was horrifying.

    Life was so dangerous and fragile for many people around me.

    God held me and kept me sane.
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