Chuck Wolf’s BIO:      

                       

Chuck Wolf                                                                                                                                                    505-225-0889

414C de Baca Lane
Albuquerque, NM 87114

 

E-mail Address:  chaswlf@aol.com

 

I was married in 1960 to a gal I met while in the USAF.  I was a policeman.  Patricia Huffman, from Texas.  We had three boys, and a girl.  Joe, Steve, Andy, and Jennifer (Jennifer is the girl, if that is a question).  We have nine grandkids, 3 boys, and 6 girls; 5 live in Alabama, and 4 live in the Seattle/Tacoma area.

 

I had a strange business career.  After my discharge from USAF, in 62, I became an insurance investigator.  Did that for 7 years, until it became too dangerous.  Wanted me to carry a gun.  Not.
 

Then I went to bible college, and seminary.  Earned a masters in Pastoral Theology.  Dropped out of Doctorate Program.  Too much for me.  I was a pastor in the Tacoma area for 12 years.  During that time, I developed a motivational seminar, and became an educatainer, and during off time traveled around the U.S., and Canada, giving day long seminars.  While in college, I ran my own paint contracting company, employing an average of 4 men regularly.

 

In 1972, I enlisted in the Air Force Reserves, stuck it out ‘til I had a total of 26 years, 12 active, and 12 reserve, leaving me with a military retirement. 

 

Quit pastoring in ’83, and continued with my seminars.  Then, in 1996, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer; 8 surgeries, 8 months in the hospital, and they took out my esophagus, stomach, part of my colon, and part of one lung.

All caused by acid reflux.  I got a staff infection there in hospital, as well as a blood infection.  Told, when discharged, I couldn’t expect to live over a year.  That was over 12 years ago.  Unless I am dead, and don’t know it.  They replaced my esophagus with 18 inches of colon.  I have to go in to a G.I. surgeon every 3, or 4 months to have that stretched on top, and bottom.  The only real problem is that when it begins to close up, and I cannot get food down, I am uncertain what to tell folks, when I am strugging.  Am I choking, or constipated?  One doc said:  Don’t burp during the procedure.  I wonder why?

 

While in recovery mode from hospital, my wife left me for another man, after 35 years.  “Didn’t like seeing me suffer”.  We are still in touch, but not good friends.  I am still single.

 

My hobbies are, and have been, golf, reading, studying, and travel.  Not much travel in last 12 years.  I have no domestic relationship, and am not looking.

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


ME AND MY WASHINGTON GRAND KIDS.  JULIA IS   BOTTOM RIGHT,

ABOVE IS JAXON, CENTER IS COLLIN AND ON THE LEFT IS   MADDIE.

JULIA IS JENNIFER'S DAUGHTER.

I AM THE OLD ONE IN THE  LOWER CENTER.

 

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