Grandma Lou and Grandpa Ron took me home just as winter was setting in.
Now, keep in mind—I’m a little Southern boy, born and raised where snow is about as common as a unicorn sighting. So when I first saw snow, I had no clue what it was.
I still had a pretty good vocabulary back then—way beyond what most kids could dream of.
One time, years later, I was hanging out with my mom, and she asked me,17Please respect copyright.PENANAOE0UEVgW62
“Do you still know what congeniality means?”17Please respect copyright.PENANA9jRffS6mtC
And I said, “No.”17Please respect copyright.PENANAeHRZHYbn6w
She laughed and told me we were watching the Miss America pageant when I was two, and I asked her,17Please respect copyright.PENANA7EVaTb3IAj
“Am I Mr. Congeniality?”
That’s when I realized: I had a vocabulary most kids could only dream about.
So, when we finally got to Grandma and Grandpa’s house and Grandpa tried to put me down in the snow, I wasn’t about to let that happen without a fight.
I looked at him and said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAkxpVU03TaS
“No! You ain’t puttin’ me down in that bird poop. Ew!”
Snow might have been a mystery, but some things—even at two years old—were crystal clear.
Grandpa looked at me and said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAjZJDYf2BN6
“Bud, it ain’t bird poop. It’s snow.”
I looked him dead in the eye and said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAsWKwOHejY2
“Don’t care. Ew! Don’t know what that stuff is.”
But of course, they sat me down in it anyway.
I put my hand on the snow. It was cold. Real cold. Like, why cold?
I ran straight to the back door, shivering and not looking back.
Grandma still has that sign on her back porch that says,17Please respect copyright.PENANAEwMfU9QA6i
“Backdoor Guests Are Best.”
Guess even back then, I wasn’t just any guest—I was family.
I guess even back then, I wasn’t exactly a guest.
Now, I’m not going to go over every little “evil” thing I did while living with my grandparents—that would take forever.
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When I was four, I ran away from home.
Not because I wanted to see the world or anything fancy like that.17Please respect copyright.PENANADdu0g0GpvA
Nope.17Please respect copyright.PENANARxlHIlg5fr
I just didn’t want to do chores.
I had gotten this little plastic cow on a leash for Christmas, and I took him with me when I went over to the next-door neighbor’s house.
We called her Grandma Coe—because that’s just what you do in the South.
Grandma Coe looked at me and said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAloQ28VYPoN
“Darlin’, you can’t stay here. You gotta go back to your Grandma’s.”
So she called ahead, and Grandma Lou was waiting.
When I saw Grandma Lou, spanked me on the botom, and then I said if you spank me you gotta spank cow he 's my cacomplis. if that cow could talk it would have said, snitches get stiches.
The next year, I went to two weeks of preschool summer camp at the Indiana School for the Blind.
Now, I gotta tell you—there was a pool at Sals Park, and I got dunked by an older student.17Please respect copyright.PENANAIgv1ma888o
Almost drowned twice.
Yeah, not exactly the best swim lessons ever.
But other than that, it was a good time.
After camp, I started kindergarten at Lambert Hall at the Indiana School for the Blind.
My kindergarten teacher was Miss Francoviac.17Please respect copyright.PENANAByI9vooFMC
She was patient and kind—exactly what a little blind kid like me needed to start figuring things out.
So, the first week at school, they had this giant snake pillow in our classroom.
I asked if it had a name.
Miss Warren, our class aide, said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAHkph58KZge
“No, it doesn’t have a name. Why don’t you name it?”
Well, the week before school started, I’d had a Faygo Redpop soda.
And that snake pillow was bright red—just like my soda.
So I named it Redpop.
And just like that, Redpop the snake became part of the class.
Miss Murray was the boss of our house parents.17Please respect copyright.PENANAwAqsYVfh1P
But she wasn’t just some authority figure with a clipboard and a whistle.17Please respect copyright.PENANAxuWvz4RMGe
She actually played with us kids.
One time, she took us for a ride on this old horse wagon. We were laughing, bouncing around, having the time of our lives.
But after a while, she stopped and said,17Please respect copyright.PENANAMn13ZLmS2H
“Alright, kids—you gotta get off.17Please respect copyright.PENANArmyggoFCRR
This is a horse buggy, not a Miss Murray buggy!”
We groaned and begged for one more ride, but she just laughed that Miss Murray laugh and helped us all down.
She had that perfect balance: fun like a big sister, firm like a momma, and always looking out for us.17Please respect copyright.PENANABC7r1ffF0Y
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Now Miss Murray, bless her heart, could be a real goofball when she wanted to be.17Please respect copyright.PENANALizgt4f5Xu
And sometimes... she had jokes.
There was this one time—she kept playing pranks on me.
She had these little toy R2-D2s, you know, the beeping robot from Star Wars.
Well, somehow those things kept moving.
One minute they were on the shelf.17Please respect copyright.PENANAjjwseycJC6
Next minute, they were across the room.17Please respect copyright.PENANADeat5qVJEQ
Then they'd be in my chair.
And every time I asked what was going on, Miss Murray just said,17Please respect copyright.PENANA37hXxMKxiF
“Oh, that’s just the poltergeists.”
Like it was nothing!17Please respect copyright.PENANA4D2qO4kl7G
Just casual ghost robots, no big deal.
I was half creeped out, half laughing—and 100% convinced that R2-D2 had joined the paranormal.
To this day, I’m still not sure how she pulled it off.17Please respect copyright.PENANAQq8P0VrJ0W
But one thing’s for sure:17Please respect copyright.PENANAhN2xiZISGP
Miss Murray kept us on our toes—and always smiling.17Please respect copyright.PENANAvgGFmz1gGH
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I had to leave the school for a while.
Not because I failed or got in trouble—nothing like that.17Please respect copyright.PENANAVmJcopGAut
It was because of my pituitary dwarfism.
I was smaller than the other students, and the school staff was worried about me.17Please respect copyright.PENANAswBv5G06wA
They didn’t want to throw me into first grade, not when they knew I’d stick out and likely get picked on.
So they suggested I retake kindergarten.
Not because I couldn’t handle the work—17Please respect copyright.PENANAmOZaKspRzT
but because of my size.
They were trying to protect me, I know that now.17Please respect copyright.PENANAmQLqP9alkt
But at the time, it felt like I got held back for something I couldn’t control.
That was one of the first times I realized that being different—really different—was going to come with some extra hurdles.
But God still had me in His hands, even then.17Please respect copyright.PENANAURCGJRZSjw
Even when I didn’t understand it.17Please respect copyright.PENANALLxK7Len7k
So I ended up retaking kindergarten anyway—17Please respect copyright.PENANAYzYVsWIjiR
this time at Pettit Park School in Kokomo.
That move turned out to be a blessing in disguise.17Please respect copyright.PENANAaWKqdwmKyA
Because it was then that people really started teaching me about God.
We started going to Four Square Assembly of God,17Please respect copyright.PENANA5qmFNN39og
and Grandma began reading me bedtime stories straight from the Bible.
Those weren’t just stories to me.17Please respect copyright.PENANArUcLQKYNDU
They were adventures.17Please respect copyright.PENANAeIHQMLzZR8
Heroes and battles, miracles and mercy—17Please respect copyright.PENANA9S8QW4WpIk
and in every one of them, God was there.
That summer, I gave my life to Jesus.
I was baptized in a swimming pool, since our church didn’t have a baptismal.17Please respect copyright.PENANALoNhUXFXik
Didn’t matter—water’s water when the Spirit moves.
I went down a little boy,17Please respect copyright.PENANAfQSreWV9je
and came up with something new—17Please respect copyright.PENANAZYQYq3NhCr
a heart learning to follow Jesus.17Please respect copyright.PENANAmWsAlcWzjD
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