I have thought long and hard trying to determine just when it was that I became conscious of Gods existence. I even consulted my family to see if there were any signs of this understanding evidenced in my youth. All and all I came to the conclusion that I just always knew God was God and that was it, as to the awareness that came a bit slower. For sure I never had to have it proven to me. At the age of about 10 or 12, a fella came by the house and was talking to Mom and Dad about grave sites for them. When he left he handed my sister a white bible and I got a black one. I seem to remember both my sis and I going to Sunday school at least once or twice. None of that ever had much effect on me, just seemed boring. It wouldn’t be until I was 25 years old that I formed a seriousness about religion that I found myself with family in tow going to church. This was about one year or two after my first tour in Viet Nam where I served in the United States Marine Corps. I was following in my dad’s footsteps, he served in the Marines during WWII, at Guadalcanal Canal amongst other places. I don’t ever remember him speaking much about religion, he use to say, never talk politics or religion. In fact I don’t remember any of the family from Grandad down talking religion. Yet, still there has never been any doubt of the existence of God.