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Show 7*3 / Canada years, when my f a t h e r was only a teenager. Grandfather Harvey prayed for the m i n i s t r a t i o n s of the Lord, and l a t er claimed that his broken legs had been healed on the spot. Many years l a t e r , when he was X-rayed for a rheumatic condition, c h a r a c t e r i s t i c of the photographs showed r=r f i s s u r e s A old breaks. Nothing so remarkable - nor so d i f f i c u l t to believe - had happened in my l i f e , although my own psychological crippledness had been healed. But somehow I t r u s t e d Grandfather Harvey's account. He was honest, admitting to bribery, to a taste for dirty s t o r i e s , even to some residual lust (although he was adamant that t h i s was not the reason for plural marriage - Dift'fcty MI Ais journa./ sexual desire ^r-- that any man a c t i n g on /\ alone'who would take such an expensive way, ever beset with t r i a l , hardship and sacrifice is nothing l e s s than a fool, pure and simple. There is too ready at hand the common means and practice of approved society today by which men can s a t i s f y t h e i r sexual desires simply by the paying of a few measly dollars and the forgetting of further care and r e s p o n s i b i l i t y . ' ) When I read of the miracles oi believe Grandffather Harvey's l i f e , I could * that faith could grow limbs, could heal people of incurable diseases. Shakespeare's words 'Nothing is but thinking makes i t so,' began to take p o s i t i v e connotations. The seed of believing that my thoughts and dreams a c t u a l l y shaped my l i f e . ~ZZZZZZ^IZZ=^ was planted in the dark, f e r t i l e bottomland of my psyche and began to sprout. Brian bound h i s f i s h i n g pole and our camping gear in a canvassed lump atop our s t a t i o n wagon. We l e f t town a midnight, planning to journey d i r e c t l y north, to the ranch where we would v i s i t b r i e f l y with my brothers and s i s t e rs |