It would be the same feeling if someone told me at 45 years old I was adopted, my mother was a
crack addict, no idea who my father was and my three brother and two sisters are not my
brothers and sisters. It would take a while for that to sink in.
In a way that's what happen, the brothers and sisters where not true brothers and sisters and
my Father Jehovah, no idea who he was and my mother the GB acted like someone on crack.