Picture taken July, 1969
I chose The Eagle as my emblem not because I have a Siegfriedian love of this carnivorous bird but because I value the American icon for what it symbolizes: freedom, liberty, capitalism, and free enterprise.
Lest you think I'm being redundant, let me explain how I use those terms:
||being able to go about your affairs unhindered
||the legal right to have freedom
||the economic system of owning your own businesses
||the legal right for everybody to engage in capitalism
I'm Jerald Brown, but go by "Jerry." I was born July 25, 1942 in San Antonio, Texas.
Travels and formal education
I went to Brackenridge High School in San Antonio, Texas, and graduated in 1960, and moved to Chicago to attend Trinity Bible College. That was before it moved to Deerfield, Illinois. After attending Trinity for 1½ years, I joined the United States Army Medical Corps in 1963 and went to Germany following basic training. I loved it there. I spent about 18 months in Regensberg and 18 months in Nuremberg, during which I took various correspondence courses with the University of Maryland. I re-enlisted in the army for 4 years so I could go to military pharmacy school. That took me back to San Antonio for classes at Ft. Sam Houston. Around this time, 1966, I briefly visited Mexico and Canada. After that I went to Ft. Lewis in Washington for 15 months, and then to Thailand for one year, in 1968-1969. After that I was assigned duty at Brooke Medical Hospital at Ft. Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas; home again. I left the army January 6, 1970, and found everything I learned over the last seven years was not regarded in the civil world. I could not transfer my skills from one place to the other, army to civilian life, so I went to San Antonio Community College for computer programming, and graduated with an Associates degree in Computer Science in 1971. I started attending the University of Texas at San Antonio shortly before deciding to move to Southern California in 1978, which is where I am now.
I got married in 1965, while in the army. We had one child, a daughter named Grace. I deeply love my daughter, but did not have a good, compatible relationship with my wife. I separated from her in 1970. I went through a lot of turmoil at that time and felt extremely lonesome and helpless. I prayed to God for a friend, a human companion, who would be with me for the rest of my life. In 1972 I met Ron. We quickly developed a good relationship, and we have been companions ever since.
I attended an evangelical Protestant church when growing up and made a decision to become a Christian on April 14, 1956, when I was fourteen. As I started learning what being a Christian is all about, I decided I should investigate what is really going on in the world of religion. I was surprised. The more I learned, the more I knew I needed to dig deeper. As years passed my commitment to God grew deeper.
I was raised a Democrat (being from The South) but started questioning some things I was hearing from the Democrats. It seemed like I wasn't getting the full story. So I decided to investigate politics a little more. I was surprised. The more I learned, the more I knew I needed to dig deeper.
I started my work career in the U.S. Army Medical Corps for three years and in the pharmacy branch of the corps for four years. I was an accounts payable clerk in San Antonio for three years, and then a computer programmer/analyst since 1972. Ron and I began a flower shop in La Crescenta, California, which we had for nine years. Then I decided I should learn more about what it takes to be successful and financially secure. I was surprised. The more I learned, the more I knew I needed to dig deeper.
Bringing it all together
When I began studying the principles of success and wealth, things began to fall into place. What I had learned over the years in bits and pieces about religion, politics and career began to fit, like pieces in a puzzle. As Hannibal (in The A-Team television series) was fond of saying, "I love it when a plan comes together!"
Picture taken in 1969. Why would I post a picture of me that was taken so long ago? The reason is this: each person, as he grows older, thinks of himself at a certain age. This is the way I see myself when I think of "Me." At the time the picture was taken, I was 27, in the US Army Medical Corps, serving in Korat, Thailand, in direct support of the Vietnam War.
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