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Every time I see a bag of nacho cheese flavored Doritos I’m reminded of a central event in my life. That Doritos bag doesn’t just represent a food item. It represents a time when things suddenly went south in my relationship with my parents.

I was about six years old. My brother Craig and I and our best friend Robert were hanging in the hood in Sunspot, NM. The few other kids in Sunspot were still in school in Cloudcroft.They had taken the school bus or had been driven by their parents to the school in Cloudcroft.

It was the afternoon. And we three were hungry. I’d been casing a joint just down from my house. The Dickson’s house. It’s where Dee Dee lived. She was an older woman. Elementary school. Not long ago I’d seen her mom pull out to go pick up Dee Dee at school in Cloudcroft. I knew the house was empty. So, the three of us walked over to the Dickson’s (Sunspot was a verysmall town, hence the reason a trio of six year olds could walk around unsupervised). We pulled open their screen door. It was open. We tried their front door. It was unlocked. Hardly anyone locked their doors in this tiny town.Read More »The True You: The Fall and Redemption Promised (Gen. 3:6-7, 15) Chris Altrock – 5/13/18