Poverty, Pride, Purity: ... and then He intervened, ... The Reality of this Happy Hill boy.

Very early years as a child, 1950s:

She always called me the 'black, ugly, and stupid' one of the family. So much so, later on, the words ugly and stupid were banned in any talk among my wife and our two children at home, and black could only be used to define a color, but never a person.

Forty-five years old, October 1995:

The transplant on that Friday afternoon was a success. However, the night was an absolute nightmare. I was in terrible pain, and then the Happy Hill demons arrived, and ...