My story began at Parkland Hospital in Dallas Texas on November 10, 1965 when I was born Carrol Ann Davis. Weighing 5 pounds at birth, I lost down to 3 pounds when the doctors told my mother I would have to gain back up to 5 pounds before she would be able to take me home. I remained very petite all my life. Even today at the age of 49, at the height of 4’10” weighing in at only 100 pounds. I grew up in Dallas with my older brother, my dad and his parents, two of the most loving grandparents anyone could have had. I always considered myself blessed with two sets of parents, my birth parents and my grandparents. My mom and dad were divorced from the time I was born, and my dad always living with my grandparents where they helped him in raising both me and my brother and so my grandmother was more of my mom as any mom could be. She always told me I was the daughter she never had. I couldn’t have asked for a better mom than her. I was truly blessed. I started school at age 6 due to my birthday being after September. When I was in 1st or 2nd grade they called my dad to come to school to discuss the spelling of my name. It seemed I was spelling it Carol, as I was always taught to be correct and even my dad believed to be the correct way in spelling, when they politely said was incorrect. On that day they informed me and my dad that I was to spell it "Carrol" as it was spelled on my birth certificate and by law had to be spelled just that way. My dad told me he never knew until that day that that is how it was spelled on my birth certificate. I still have never found out who or why it was spelled that way. However all my life and even sometimes still I have to give people the correct spelling for many different things necessary. At the age of 13 approaching the end of 7th grade I received a report card with all A’s. I couldn’t believe that I had become a straight A student. I even received in the mail a letter from the Attorney Ge