Bobbie Jean has cared for a severely disabled child for 43 years…This book will have you crying and laughing and just plain appreciative that you have your capabilities and to show you how to be content in your circumstances. This book is to help all those who are suffering and to give them hope...

If anyone is going through a trial, great or small, this inspirational story will help you. This would make a wonderful present. Order online www.Amazon.com

About the Author: Bobbie Jean Chestnut

Listed in the International “Who’s Who” for Public Service. Retired as a Professional Contracting Officer for the Navy for the following Bases: Kings Bay Submarine Base, Georgia (2001-2006), Jacksonville Naval Air Station, Florida, (1999-2001) and Mayport Naval Station, Fl., ( 1997-99.) Prior to that Bobbie was a Contracting Officer at the Naval Air Warfare Center, Indianapolis, Indiana (1985-1996). Attended The University of Indianapolis, Indiana/Purdue University and Lockyear College majoring in business.

Associations and Accomplishments: National Contract Management Association, American Cancer Society, American Red Cross, City Council Candidate (1999), Kingsland, Georgia; Recipient, Victims of Violent Crime Mayor’s Award (1989); Pro-life Advocate/homeless advocate (2001), Advocate and Instrumental in helping to pass “The Ticket To Work Bill’ for the disabled’ Volunteer (2001), Special Olympics, Recipient, Mrs. NCO (non-commissioned officer) Wife of the Year Award, Alaska (1970); Guest on the Oprah Winfrey Show as an advocate for persons with disabilities (1988). EDUCATION: University of Indianapolis, Business (1989), Lock year Business College (1987), Defense Acquisition University, Army Logistics Management College, Indiana/Purdue University.

Married to Rev. John Paul Chestnut; The mother of six grown children, grandmother of 8 grandchildren and great-grandmother of 9 great-grandchildren, Bobbie still has time to help her husband with the John Paul Ministry’s www.johnpaulministrys.org and Radio Program. Bobbie enjoys camping, boating, crocheting, antique cars, playing the piano and singing.

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ALASKA, I REMEMBER THE DAYS

We lived in Alaska in 1962-1965, surviving "Big Alaskan Quake." This happened while living in Mountain View, Alaska (near Anchorage) while stationed at Ft. Richardson. Two of my four children were born at Elmendorf Air Force Base. (I was 19 years old and had four children by the time I was 22.)

About ten years later we were stationed at Ft. Wainwright Alaska in Fairbanks. It was my first experience as a very young mother in a remote area and all alone with no family to help me with my children, so I wasn't too keen the first time I lived there and the cost of living was so expensive, we barely survived. It was hard to appreciate the good things.

The second time I lived in Alaska I came back with four children and a severely disabled child, who actually got to attend regular school at Hunter Elementary School in Fairbanks. By then, the children enjoyed the activities of ice skating, snow mobiles, skiing, sledding, watching dog sled races, learning about the Alaskan Indians culture, watching the Northern Lights and being involved in the many activities of that remote area.

I remember a small shack that I lived in where I saw the most gorgeous view of Mt. McKinley, watched the Northern Lights and listened to KJNP, (King Jesus North Pole) radio during the long lonely winter months away from my parents and sister. That radio station may not be there anymore, but the gospel music gave me great comfort during those times.

My children enjoyed going to North Pole Alaska and seeing Santa Claus. We have many special memories. Many times the moose came right up to my door and rooted through the trash can.

I went blueberry picking in the summer and remember hearing a bear nearby in the bushes. I didn't have a gun, so I slowly and quietly crept back to my car and drove away. Also, I remember eating Bear meat and Moose meat. Oh, yes, I remember looking up at the huge Stuffed Polar Bear in the lobby at the airport when I arrived in Alaska.

I remember the time I was driving alone on a dirt road with snow packed down on it in the early morning. A moose was standing in the middle of the road facing me and wouldn't move. I was about 50 feet from him. All of sudden he started snorting and hoofing and was getting into the "attack: mode. I turned off my car engine and sat there for the longest time hoping he would leave. Soon, he must have realized that my station wagon was not a "threat" so he moved on. What wonderful experiences our family had in Alaska!!