It was 33 years ago today, in the Richfield Coliseum, in Richfield, Ohio, that I changed the course of my history. I made a public show of my fateful decision by being baptized as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. At the time, it never occurred to me that by making such a commitment I would seal my fate with regard to my relationship with both my mother and my father. There was no turning back; once I went under the door was closed. Stay inside and I could not speak to my mother, leave and I could not speak to my father. A no-win situation of my own making. I’ve lived with the consequences of that action ever since. I’ve struggled with a yearning for wholeness in my family circle. The schism in our midst is painful and obvious to all of us close to it. We hope and wish and pray for the other side to see our point of view. In that we are united.