I AM AMAZED that I am alive.
Given the Crazy way that I lived my life, the chances I took, and the dangers I brought on, I should not be here. And yet, at age sixty, I sit at my desk, healthy and energetic, as I prepare to tell the remarkable story of these past two years.
I feel compelled to tell you this story because I believe that it will illustrate the goodness of a living God. I also tell it because I still need to process what happened to me and my sister, and to Jessica and Patty.
I see this story as the orchestration of four sisters whose lives became intertwined in improbable and seemingly...
2New Year’s Eve, 2007
I’M NO SQUARE—my friends will tell you that—and I love to party, but my favorite way to party on New Year’s Eve is church, especially Faithful Central, the praise-and-worship congregation that took over the Forum, former home of the Los Angeles Lakers.
My whole CRew accompanied me. My girlfriends Benita and Tammy were there, and so was my son, Robbie, who, at age thirty, showed, among other talents, his late father’s great gift for preaching. My aunt Marie and uncle Kearney were also there, along with my friend Quaford, my brother from another...