Steve’s Book, “Life of A Baby Boomer” is Coming Out in Paperback Soon!


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I am pleased to be working on Steve’s book, “Life of A Baby Boomer” which will soon be coming out in paperback with photos included on Amazon. It has been a work of love for both of us. It will be republished as an e-book as well. Hopefully, the two pics above will be on the cover. Working with Create Space at Amazon is pretty amazing.

This is a book for men and women who have struggled to achieve goals that often come easily to others. It’s written in memoir form, but it also serves as inspiration to those who have struggled in school, or who have come from dysfunctional families, or who have striven to surpass others’ expectations of them. It’s Steve’s journey from the ‘short bus’ at school, through the horrors of family emotional abuse, and the trials of being in the Navy during the Vietnam War when not all Americans were supporting our military forces, and then trying to readjust to civilian life in a meaningful way. Throughout his life, he held onto the belief that all it would take was faith the size of a grain of mustard seed, and God would answer his prayers, but it wasn’t always an easy journey.

Below is an excerpt from “Life of a Baby Boomer.”


   There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: A time to weep

   and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:4 NIV

As I write these words, it’s the end of my prep-period during my final year of teaching U.S. History to eighth-grade students at Mae Hensley Junior High School in Ceres, California. So close to retirement, I’m looking back on my life, thinking of those moments in my life of crying, laughing, mourning, and dancing. Perhaps many of you have danced the same dance or cried the same tears. God has recreated all of us many times throughout our lives and will again until the day we die.

By his merciful grace, I have, Forrest Gump-like, been shoulder to shoulder with the famous and the infamous. I’ve met Bob Hope, Raquel Welch, Barbara McNair, and Jennifer Jones. I’ve worked at a green-grocer’s with Sirhan-Sirhan, and I’ve worked in a prison system where Charles Manson, Steve Grogan, Bobby Bousalai, and Juan Corona were incarcerated.

I have been stranded on a sampan in the middle of the Hong Kong Harbor, fallen into a grave in Olongapo in the Philippines, dumped in a back alleyway in Saigon, and stuck behind the wheel of a patrol car precariously perched on the edge of a forty-foot levee in Tracy, California. Whatever happens though, God has always given me the power of choice, and thankfully, He’s protected me from my own bad decisions

My educational life began in the fifties. I had language processing problems and, during this era, educators were quick to label a student with my difficulties as “retarded” or “slow.” I was put on the short bus, which was the special bus that carried me to my special program for six long years. It wounded me deeply, and I grew up trying to overcome the stigma of being “the kid on the short bus.” Those scars haunt me still.

The life unfolding within these pages is my story, and I make no accusation against any individual, educational system, or society, or government for the things that have happened. These are my perceptions of my life, and my brain forms these precepts. My memories may not coincide with the memories of other people in my life. Get two people reminiscing about the same incident, and you’ll get two entirely different takes on the same experience.

I’m a product of my time, a child growing up in the fifties, now facing life in the twenty-first century, and doing my best to fulfill the life I’m supposed to fulfill, whatever God determines that may be.

Looking in the mirror, the person responsible for the choices I have made in my life stares right back at me, but it’s God who’s seen me through the twists and turns. God has never left me or forsaken me—though I may have abandoned him more than a few times in my journey. To protect other people’s privacy, I’ve changed the names of people who were part of my life but they may recognize who they are.

Riding the short bus as a child was just the beginning of many disappointments. When I joined the military, at first, I was denied my goal as a photographer. Later on, as a correctional officer, I was denied promotion. At age forty, though, when other institutions would not accept me because of my age, the educational field didn’t care how old I was. Its only concern was what I knew and whether I could teach the material to young minds, and so I was accepted as a history teacher.

Teaching young minds left me deeply humbled. I found it ironic a system that once scorned me, later embraced me without prejudice once it ascertained I was qualified to be an educator. Times, they do change. At the moments in my life when I felt most like giving up, God seemed to whisper in my ear that my time would come if only I would . . . wait. Something that is often so difficult to do.

In the following pages, I will tell of my struggle through adversity and of roadblocks I encountered along life’s way. Maybe something in my life will seem familiar—to take the high road or the low road—knowing it’s always a choice that is ours alone and yet not always easy to make.

With God’s good grace, we do make the correct choice. Thanks to him, my times of joy have far outweighed my times of sorrow, and I hope it may be the same for those taking this journey with me. God is with us—always.

Steve is an honorably discharged Vietnam vet, a former peace officer, a retired counselor, and a retired school teacher. He’s a life member of the Veterans of Foreign Wars, a Mason, and a Shriner, and a member of Toastmasters.  His book is based on Biblical inspiration, and it’s for anyone who keeps picking himself/herself up each time she/he is knocked down by life. I’ll let you know when his book is available–hopefully some time in November.

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