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I know it will be hard to believe but I have a history if you will with Heritage USA. My mom used to work for PTL when they were starting out and during her tenure there she moved into the office on the Heritage USA property (the pyramid). And I spent a few summers hanging out there. MNG was fascinated by the PTL story and I think by the fact that when the topic came up (yeah our conversations do tend to zig and zag) that I actually had personal memory of the place. Oh and when I was a paralegal student I was required to spend a few days in the courthouse during the Jim Baker trial. Yeah I know this reads crazy. Anyway he asked me if I would mind going out there, someone else has taken over the property etc. See the grounds through the eyes of someone who was there so to speak. During our entire friendship, through some very personal conversations, and yeah the yummy sex too. I have never clammed up or been more reserved in my thoughts and feelings as I was today. For whatever reason my experience there is very personal. A lot of my fond memories with my mom are there and practically all my good memories of the church and christianity come from there. I honestly don't have anything bad to say about my experience or the time I spent there.
I felt an overwhelming since of loss walking around the site seeing how run down everything is. My mom made $5 an hour when she was working there. That entire site was built by working class folks money. People like my mom, and all of their money, all of their dreams for this place are ruined. When I would walk around the camp grounds or ride my bike I would meet people from all over the country. People camping out there for the summer. When we went to the upper room site I had a flood of memories of my mom and all her co-workers/friends dedicating the place. How much money they had given to see it completed. How many late hours my mom worked to raise more money to see it completed. And now it's ruined. I guess it didn't occur to me that I would be affected by it, but I was. And for the first time Ms. My life is an open book was quiet and reserved. I couldn't show what I was thinking today. Shock and awe I feel loyal to PTL, or maybe it's to my mom and the people. Now that is really crazy.
I felt an overwhelming since of loss walking around the site seeing how run down everything is. My mom made $5 an hour when she was working there. That entire site was built by working class folks money. People like my mom, and all of their money, all of their dreams for this place are ruined. When I would walk around the camp grounds or ride my bike I would meet people from all over the country. People camping out there for the summer. When we went to the upper room site I had a flood of memories of my mom and all her co-workers/friends dedicating the place. How much money they had given to see it completed. How many late hours my mom worked to raise more money to see it completed. And now it's ruined. I guess it didn't occur to me that I would be affected by it, but I was. And for the first time Ms. My life is an open book was quiet and reserved. I couldn't show what I was thinking today. Shock and awe I feel loyal to PTL, or maybe it's to my mom and the people. Now that is really crazy.
