Hello everyone. I am a PK. *first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem -- just kidding*
For those of you who don't know, PK stands for preacher's kid... ya know, I'm related to the guy (or gal) who stands in front of you on Sunday and talks about God and stuff... or maybe you don't know and that's okay too.
Welcome to my world. A world where family works for the church, the church is family, and there is always food... so much food. My family is usually the first to arrive and the last leave, setting up and taking down. We are among the first to hear both good and bad news. We go to more than our share of weddings and unfortunately, funerals too.
As you can see, my life (the life of a PK) has both its benefits and its drawbacks. That is why you are here; to read about the good and the bad of 24 years of being a PK. So pull up a pew and try not to fall asleep until the sermon is over... or the pastor's not looking. :)
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