19-The Prodigal Daughter Runs Home
In my soul-searching over my dad’s slide into alcoholism, it seemed imperative that I talk to someone about my confusion and my questions as soon as possible.
Looking around at the people in my life, I beheld the merrymakers in the bars, my partying girlfriends, and the teachers I knew.
There were two women on the faculty who stood out.
When I expressed an interest in finding out more about her relationship with God, Raina*, who seemed like a very spiritual woman, invited me to dinner. After dessert she excitedly led me into a room where there were exhibited on a dresser top several small pictures depicting Mohammed, Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, and some other religious figures.