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Pulling up to the intersection of Route 66 and 91,
she asked herself, Where should I go?
Las Vegas!
She would drive there and then return home.
That way she could scream, wail and weep
without scaring her children.
Pat's husband, a Marine who'd served in both
Cuba and Vietnam, had explained some things to
her.
He'd met the love of his life.
He had left Pat, saying he wanted nothing more to
do with his family. He had also drained every penny
from their checking and savings accounts.
All she had left were three soon-to-be-
heartbroken children.
With no marketable skills, how would she
support them? Feed, clothe and educate them?
Pat drove for miles, wailing like a wounded
animal.
Maybe she should kill herself, she thought. After
all, her mother would be more than happy to raise
them.
Pat smiled through her tears as she thought about
her mother. She'd never known anyone like her.
When her mother prayed, God answered.
Pat's tears dried as she thought of her mother.
by Melanie Hemry
Focus
Your
Faith
Two news stories fought for television time in the early
1960s: the war in Vietnam and the Cold War between the
U.S. and the Soviet Union. At the same time, a different kind
of war was playing out in Barstow, a small town in California.
Barstow was home to the Marine Corps Logistics Base.
Pat Huppert wore her game face as she fed
her three young children breakfast. She left them with
a hug and a kiss, holding them a little longer than usual.
