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"I Look Back And Wonder How I Got Over".
Runaway Child Running Wild
He would get mad at me and say stuff like, "No one wants you, your mother didn't want you, Frances and Pope didn't want you, your mother was going to abort you, but I told her not to. I am going to make you commit suicide." I was in the seventh grade and got kept back because I used to act like a fool in school. My mother kept me in the house the entire summer. I couldn't even go to the store.
Father and Son Both Gone
October 24, 1974, my sister Sarah came to my job at Advent and told me my son's father, Milton Farmer had died. June 7, 1975 *Carl Graham and I were married. June 23, 1975, I was at work and received an emergency phone call from my friend, Lynne. She said, "Priscilla I was coming from a funeral, and there was a fire on Blue Hill Ave. I looked in and it was your house." I screamed and .....
The First Breakdown
I started walking up and down the street talking to myself. I was cussing people out, and just talking a bunch of stuff that did not make any sense. I don't know how long I was doing this, but soon my sister appeared and told me to go for a ride with her. She was in tears as I yelled and screamed out her car window at people I knew and didn't know. Soon I found myself at the pysch ward of Boston State Hospital.
Saved, But Not Delivered
Brenda and I got saved for the first time. I was on fire for God. I went to work talking about Jesus, and how everyone was going to Hell. I didn't understand, and I hadn't had enough time to be taught. I called into work sick the morning of the blizzard of 1978. For some reason I went to the left again and wound up back in the pysch hospital.
Sleeping with the Enemy
I was free from Lovell, but I was in another prison. I had fallen hard for *Ralph and I found out he was smoking crack. After returning from Florida and Ohio, I went to work for the Boston Bank of Commerce. After working there a month, the FBI.....
Oh God! Not again!
Finally, I called Lovell's mother house and his brother Shawn answered the phone. I asked him what was going on, where was everyone. He said, "There was an accident, and everyone survived." As I said, "Thank God." He said, "except Little Lovell."
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Priscilla Flint’s riveting autobiography is a fascinating story of personal tragedy, salvation, and forgiveness. It’s a blatantly honest, personal self-disclosure of the author’s successful battle to achieve serenity in a life inundated with abuse, chaos, illness, heartbreaks, and catastrophes.
Priscilla’s emotional memoir captures a series of events that occurred throughout her childhood, adolescence, and adulthood years. Her trials and tribulations will take you on an enlightening journey from Roxbury, Massachusetts to Anchorage, Alaska, and back to Boston.
Minister Flint’s revelations have in turn positively influenced the lives of many of her friends, family members, and others who have read her captivating words of hurt, courage, recovery, and deliverance.
Kenneth Yarbrough, chief information officer for Boston City Councilor Charles C. Yancey, called the book enthralling. “I could literally feel Flint’s transformation from pain to liberation as she took control of her life, establishing order from turmoil and confusion,” he said.