Corby Carlin Winters: My Sam
When my husband, John, talked about writing his book Everyone Needs a Sam, I could barely contain my enthusiasm. I always believed he had a message and a gift for writing. I was right.
In my own life, I have experienced an abundance of Sams. They came in and out of my life, leaving a lasting impression and changing me forever. I am blessed with many, many Sams, too many to count.
Two of my Sams, however, simply cannot be compared to any others. They rose above the rest and remain held in my highest esteem. As I was writing this, I was barely able to write through the tears, because again I was reminded of how blessed and fortunate I was to have been guided, loved, and influenced by these two extraordinary people.
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When I was three years of age my father abandoned my mother and me. Drugs, alcohol and womanizing were the culprit. I never saw my father again until I was 26 years of age. My mother was very young and without support and returned home.
During the years that followed I was raised, for the most part, by my grandparents. My grandmother’s heritage was Pennsylvania Dutch Quaker and my grandfather was a New Mexico cowboy. We lived on a small farm in Concord, California, and they both had a great influence in my life. However, the one who had the greatest influence was my Uncle Sam.
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