Memories from a Mother

Memories from a Mother

"Our son Laurance was born in 1960. He was an adorable baby named after his Daddy and Uncle, (who died when the USS Wasp (carrier) sank in World War II.)

Our boy was loved by his grandparents, cousin, and everybody he would be with. His winning smile and infectious laugh was something else. I've always wished I had a recording of his laugh.

When we went to adopt a little boy in 1963, at the Children's Home, Laurance said, "Well, let's take him home!" The family was very close.

The boys had many little friends in the neighborhood. My husband would bring home big furniture boxes and yell "boxes!" Then, the whole gang had a good time breaking them down and sliding.

In high school, a class trip was the start of his downfall because the kids smoked and drank. In those years of public high school, he smoked pot, etc. I threw away pipes when I found them. His dad even grounded him when he found booze in his room the night of the Prom.

College wasn't any better. He was using even more. He was drinking, doping, and spending money on things he couldn't pay for. He went to rehab for 30 days, but it didn't cure him.

It wasn't until 2006, when he gave his life to Christ in the County Jail. He told me later that he read the Bible 3 times. We sent him to Narconon California and we rejoiced with him on his wise decision. Then a little while later we flew out for a visit and found a son who was a totally different person, our clean and loving boy was back to his mom, dad, and family.

All those 30 years I knew things were not right and I couldn't fix it; but God did. Narconon California was the answer to our prayers for the entire family.

This is a wonderful day for me!
Laurance is now a proud dad and granddaddy!
A special thanks to everyone at Narconon California,"

Rita B.