{"id":49624,"date":"2013-07-05T13:17:14","date_gmt":"2013-07-05T21:17:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=49624"},"modified":"2023-09-23T13:53:34","modified_gmt":"2023-09-23T21:53:34","slug":"what-was-the-last-day-of-my-youth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=49624","title":{"rendered":"What Was The Last Day Of My Youth?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I just watched this <A HREF=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Nostradamus_Kid\">movie<\/a> for the third time. I love it. It&#8217;s about growing up an Adventist in Australia.<\/p>\n<p>It made me think, what was the last day of my youth?<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s my answer &#8212; the morning I woke up with a bad flu in February of 1988. That led to almost six years in bed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  I was never the same afterward in either my physical or mental strength.<\/p>\n<p>Here are other possible dates for the end of my youth:<\/p>\n<p>* The morning in May of 1984, the end of my Senior year of high school, when I cut Media class (I think with the permission of the teacher) and went to Alice&#8217;s home and played in her pool with other Seniors. Alice was a brunette beauty. I admired her from afar. I ran into her a few times at Sierra Community College. She transferred to UC Berkeley and got her degree in English. <\/p>\n<p>I had never cut class before. It seemed so rebellious and transgressive. I loved playing in the pool and I felt almost normal. <\/p>\n<p>* Later in May 1984, when I was 18, I finally got my driver&#8217;s license. Once that happened, I had a ticket to drive and could take on an adult life.<\/p>\n<p>* Perhaps it was the afternoon I drove away from home on August 22 of 1988 and took the <A HREF=\"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=45920\">I-5 to freedom<\/a> at UCLA. It would be the first time I would live apart from family and friends. This would be the year I would cease to see my father as my hero &#8212; he didn&#8217;t change, I did &#8212; and begin my first steps towards Judaism.<\/p>\n<p>* Perhaps it was August 28, 1988, when I heard Dennis Prager&#8217;s voice for the first time (on KABC radio) and became a big fan and ended up converting to Judaism and dedicating myself to writing an unauthorized <A HREF=\"http:\/\/www.lukeford.net\/Dennis\/indexp2.html\">biography<\/a> of my hero. <\/p>\n<p>* Perhaps it was the evening that week of Valentine&#8217;s Day, 1989, (Thursday, February 16, I believe) when I would lose my virginity. <\/p>\n<p>* Perhaps it was the day in July 1993 when I fled my parent&#8217;s home and despite crippling Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and a relationship in the toilet, I flew to Orlando and moved in with my girlfriend. I knew almost no one but her in the city. I started going regularly to my first synagogue, Ohev Shalom. I started going regularly to her psychiatrist, Daniel Golwyn, and he got me on nardil, which began the turnaround of my health. I was 27 and about to re-enter the world. This would not have happened if I hadn&#8217;t left home to move into a terrible heart-breaking relationship punctuated by her infidelity (done to get me out of the house). I picked up the pieces of my heart on my first evening away and slept with an old alcoholic black woman and soon I was on my feet again, slicing through the ladies back to health. <\/p>\n<p>* Perhaps it was August 14, 1980. I was 14. The setting was the high altitude (about 7500 feet above sea level) Glacier View Ranch in Colorado. On <A HREF=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Sanctuary_Review_Committee\">Thursday<\/a>, the General Conference President of the Seventh-Day Adventist church (aka the leader), <A HREF=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Neal_C._Wilson\">Neal Wilson<\/a>, went after my father from his seat high above the gathering of the Church elite. He got angry. He said to dad, &#8220;Why won&#8217;t you listen to your peers?&#8221; My dad didn&#8217;t get much of a chance to reply. He just had to take it. I was sitting in the audience with my step-mom Gill. I got upset watching my dad torn apart by the church administrators. I really didn&#8217;t care about dad&#8217;s theological positions but I felt defensive about my father like never before. I became upset on his behalf like never before. I felt like he was being bullied and humiliated by Neal Wilson. I was familiar with dad&#8217;s constant controversies but nothing like this had happened before. Gill told me to calm down because the emotional way I was acting argued for Neal Wilson&#8217;s position that I should not have been come to the conference. <\/p>\n<p>I would never again consider myself a Seventh-Day Adventist (though I lived around that milieu for another four years). I would never again find a home. Perhaps this was the last day of my youth?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I just watched this movie for the third time. I love it. It&#8217;s about growing up an Adventist in Australia. It made me think, what was the last day of my youth? 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