I want to offer a more personal side of myself by taking you on a journey, one of self-discovery and personal growth, one that begins at a small Nazarene church in 1968 where a U.S. sailor from Pennsylvania met a young Samoan woman, the oldest child of 11…. My parents met in a small Protestant church. At the time, my father was serving in the military, and my mother was helping raise her 10 younger siblings, which included busing them to church every Sunday morning. My parents were not unfamiliar with hard work. They rather almost preferred to know by what exact physical measure they had earned their living. My parents were frugal, grade-school-educated, devoutly Evangelical, very proud Americans. I, in turn, was raised with four siblings,
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