38 years ago my wife Sharon and I got married and we were stupid. We didn't know

anything. If we'd known half of what we know now we'd have known not to get married

because it was a mess. I was a beer drink and hell raising hillbilly and I talked

her into marrying me and we moved to Nashville and started off our lives and

about. Of course Nashville, y'all know about Nashville, right? It's the buckle of

the Bible bell. There's more baptists there than people. And so we moved to

Nashville and about two weeks after we were brand-new married my wife who had

never discussed God or Jesus or anything else with me prior to marriage

remembered that she was a Baptist and she gets up on Sunday morning and said

we're going to church and I said we are not doing anything. It is Sunday

morning I will be here watching football and drinking beer like all good red

necks. Well that didn't go well. She got really upset and she cried and she was

mad and I didn't care. And she went storming out of the house and it didn't take

her long to find her tribe because those baptists are everywhere. And so she

wanders in the back door there's a little Baptist church and they pray at the

end of service for her heath and husband. And this scene repeated itself every

week for quite a while. It wasn't going so good. And so I decided I was going to

get rich and I got in one of these multi-level things you know those things

where you make all your friends mad. And so we me and my beer drinking buddy we

get in this thing together and this is how bright Darrell and his other brother

Darrell were. We would we would go to happy hour and then go make sales calls

and couldn't figure out why we couldn't grow the business. Dumber than a rock.

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