At the age of 4 I spent 3 months dangerously ill in hospital - the first memory I can recall about Jesus was hearing my mother sing Jesus, tender shepherd hear me, at my bedside and mentioning prayers being said for my recovery. My father at that time was away on convoys in the Mediterranean with the 8th Army - again prayers were said for his safe return. (There were three of us children - the oldest was me.) Thankfully, Dad did come home.


