THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD
When I was about six and a half years old, I was living with a family friend and his family. The man was very good to me. He worked away from home for weeks or months at a time, and his wife was evil and treated me badly, like a slave, whenever her husband travelled back to his workstation, about 500 miles away from home. On one occasion, I became seriously ill with a terrible tooth ache. One of my molar or premolar teeth got infected and created an abscess on my left cheek the size of my two fists.