I grew up in a good Italian Catholic home. My dad was a general manager for a nation-wide construction company so we moved quite often. Because of that I had attended 8 different schools, 2 of them being Catholic schools. I had been taught that Jesus was the Son of God, that He suffered and died for our sins, that He rose again and was in heaven with the Father. I went to church once in a while but always on Easter and Christmas. I knew that I could live the way I wanted and then on Saturday go to confession before I went to church the next day. The first couple years of my marriage was rocky. My husband was from a broken home, and when we argued the word “divorce” always seemed to come up. After 2 years of marriage my husband became a Christian. He would try to witness to me but I told him I didn’t want to hear it…I knew who Jesus was! After we had our first child, my husband lost his job and we had to leave Fort Lauderdale. I didn’t want to go because I didn’t want to leave my family. But we left and moved up to Greensboro, NC. We just HAPPENED to move next door to friends that I went to high school and college with. Kathy (who was Catholic when we were in school together) invited me to a Bible study. Being that I didn’t know anybody but her I thought this would be a great opportunity to meet people. Before that time I had never owned or read the Bible.