I’m both an extrovert and an introvert. I talk, I find out about people, I am interested in their well-being. At a certain point I run out of words. It’s been a problem with both my marriages and even with my close friends. My closest friend it’s never bothered by anything.

He seems to be never hurt and at the same time compassionate. I used 29 different programming languages. In junior high I took two years of Spanish and in high school a year of French. In Bible college I took Hebrew which I had taken when I went to synagogue and biblical Greek.

I did well with the programming languages and biblical Greek, but as far as the spoken languages I’m not sure I can even order at a Mexican restaurant. Biblical Greek was like math to me.

My native language is mostly Cowboy English though because I am a voracious reader it’s more than that. I one time read all 1008 pages of the complete works of Sherlock Holmes in one night.

When I went to grade school they were experimenting with not teaching kids about sentence diagramming. I couldn’t diagram a sentence if my life depended on it. I believe the reason why I write fairly well is because of all the reading that I have done.

I’ve read the classics and actually like Agatha Christie mysteries and Louis l’Amour westerns. My mom left my dad when I was three years old and the people who were friendly to me or car guys and their families. When I was nine years old my mom married my stepfather.

He would sometimes beat me into unconsciousness. He molested my sister and I was molested when I was seven and 10. Not by my stepfather. He was a Chessmaster and probably could’ve been a grandmaster, but didn’t have the persistence to pursue it.

He can’t be chess and I played well, but when he kicked me out of the house at 17 I didn’t have much opportunity to play chess. I’m sorry I haven’t replied to your replies. You seem to be able to reply before I can finish dictating and correcting the next reply.

If I was out of sight and reading I didn’t get in trouble. It took me to wonderful places and because I liked a lot of mysteries made me use my mind. When I entered Bible college in 1976 to become a theologian I stuttered so badly I could barely speak.

Most likely why I didn’t want to become a pastor. Also, all my life I’ve been known for my brain. When I was in a group for depression the leaders had to stand in the room where we thought we would be. Some were in the center of the circle, but I was outside the circle.