FROM ORPHAN TO CHRIST
by Missionary C. Bill Hathaway
Dad suddenly disappeared when I was 4 years old. He was in the U.S. Navy at the time and quite often gambled away his pay. He must have got into a gambling argument and was killed in a fight and thrown overboard. Nobody knows what really happened. When Mother’s money ran out, we were forced to leave our fairly comfortable home in Maryland and move from one relative to another, or from one dilapidated house to another. One such house was very interesting to us kids, but I know Mother didn’t like it. The house was actually an overpass. We enjoyed seeing the cars and trucks pass under us. This house was condemed by the city and had to be torn down. Wherever I went I had to fight the neighborhood gang boss to see if I could become the new boss. However, I was always afraid to fist-fight and usually came running home with a bloody nose.