I was always an overachiever.

I was always an overachiever.

In my case, I learned that although God loves us, he doesn't grant us immunity from the consequences of our choices.

So on May 1, 1987, at Gary's invitation, I agreed to see him one last time - to confront him face-to-face about his sincerity and with the intention of ending our brief relationship.

I've had to recover not only from a single well-publicized incident, but several years of press aftermath.

After graduating in the summer of 1980, I knew I wanted my life to count.

Returning to South Carolina meant getting a normal job in a normal town with normal people and marrying a normal person. I wanted the glamour and opportunity of the world.