I am Worthy

It is time for honesty. I spent a greater part of my earlier life believing that I was not worthy, and I felt my family would be happier if I did not exist. My mother was 17 years-old and unmarried when I was born in her childhood bed with an old country doctor in attendance. It was a traumatic experience for all, including me. As far as I know, my mother never disclosed the identity of my birth father. And, my great grandmother, who lived across the dirt road, saw my birth as shameful, my mother as immoral, and my…