My dad was a very straight arrow, prayed-at-every-meal kind of guy.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was always going to church with my mom, dad and sister. I was literally raised under the godly influence both at home and church. There was no alcohol and no smoking at our house. That was the way a Bowden was supposed to live. My dad always told me to represent the Bowden name in a respectful manner.
My dad used to sit me on his knee and read from the Bible to us. We were a praying family. Ours was a family of love and a family of prayer.
My dad was a Muslim and would pray five times a day. I would pray with him as much as I could, in the morning before school. Sometimes he would tell us moralistic tales about genies, magic carpets and wondrous lands. My mother is not religious - she's just English.
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
My father was very outwardly religious.
My father was an Episcopalian minister, and I've always been comforted by the power of prayer.
Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.
My dad was a pastor, so we were in church all the time.
My dad was the funniest guy I ever knew.
I prayed a lot. That's all I had in the gym; that was the thing I could turn to.