This is my story to tell. Some of you, as you read this, may think it's more of a story about my mother than it is me, but I'm the one left to tell it. As you read on, you may, or at least you should, come to the conclusion this story affected me more than anybody else. It would be very hard for me to argue with that notion.On my 11th birthday in the spring of 1967, my life would take a turn that in many ways I'd never recover from. I think-hell I...