Creator to Creators S3 Ep 36 Johnny Newell

https://www.amazon.com/Silas-Monday PUrchase today Johnny Newell D.O.B 03/12/1963, Author, Christian Counselor, Master Life Coach,Minister, Photographer. Dad to Amanda, John, Daniel, Rachel, and two bonusChildren Josh and Delray. Papaw to John Wesley, Noah, Ethan, Jonah, Amelia, andAddy.Hi, I’m Johnny Newell, I am a sixty-year-old Spina Bifida survivor, (God deliveredme from it) baby of the family and only son of Johnnie T. and Josie Newell. Papawas born in 1899 and was 63 when I was born and mama was 40. Mama had astroke while delivering me and was never the same afterwards.I was born with Spina Bifida, but few knew what that was in the early and mid60’s, I was mis-diagnosed as having Polio at one point and the word spreadthrough our little town like wildfire! I remember that people feared us becausePolio was contagious (but only through contact with that person’s fecal matter) Iremember that we would be in town on Saturday and people would see uscoming and walk on the side of the street because they thought I was contagious!They would call us “White trash and curse us too.When I was 10, I went to Shriner’s hospital for crippled Children in ShreveportLa. Where they too mis-diagnosed me, this time as having Cerebral Palsy, but theydid some corrective surgery that changed my life. I was left with a noticable limpbut that pretty much took care of my mobility issues, most importantly I wasn’tcontagious anymore!Mama taught me to read when I was 3 and since we lived 27 miles fromnowhere, by the time I was 6 I had read everything we had to read, so I started towrite. Because of how my mama brought those characters in the Bible and theclassics to life, writing came easy for me because I knew each and every Characterin my stories, right down to their shoe size! I knew what they looked like thesound of their voices, even how their perfume smelled.I got my call to preach when I was 13 but I ran from it because I wasashamed of being poor. All the preachers I knew had good clothes, cars andhomes. I had none of this, I was just a poor “White trash”boy that lived in a shackat the bottom of hill on a dead-end road 27 miles from nowhere. But God, soughtme out and told me to write!On hot summer day my wife Katrina was sharing an interesting story with meabout how slave owners used to misuse the Bible to keep the slaves in line. Asshe commented on how wrong this was, a story was unfolding in my mind about aMammoth of a man who hated everyone black and white alike became one of thegreatest preachers of his time and thus “Silas Monday” was born!CreBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/creator-to-creators-with-meosha-bean--4460322/support.