Hi I'm Denny
I'm a family man,Play Piano, Guitar,speak fluent harmonica, plus I run shelters for women and children and I'm a Mormon
My wife, Leslie and I have 5 kids, 11 grandkids, more on the way. We love the Northwest, Snowskiing, Waterskiing, boating etc. Our children are our joy. I run shelters for women and children as well as a street program aimed at reuniting the homeless with their families. Leslie and I have been running Mamma's Hands for over 20 years and have witnessed many miracles in peoples lives as well as our own. I love music and have been practicing the guitar, piano, trumpet and harmonica for so long now that I should be amazing but I'm not quite there yet. Leslie and I were married in 76. Life was a financial struggle from the begining. I layed carpet and leslie was home with the kids. After a few major setbacks I was to the pointe where I couldn't see light at the end of the tunnel. That's when I met a couple of homeless men who would change my life. witnessing their struggle helped me to appreciate the wonderful gift of family that I had been so richly blessed with. It was then that my carreer started to change. After several years I found myself running shelters and working on the streets. With all of the kids off to school Leslie took a part time job selling real estate. She has been one of the leading realtors in the Seattle area for many years now, enabling me to do what I do best. I truly have a wonderful life. I'm also a ward missionary and I love it and yes, I am a Mormon.
I was born into a Mormon family. I grew up surrounded by love, laughfter, brothers and sisters and all that comes with 7 kids, a mom and dad and a dog. As a child it was simple. I was a Mormon because mom and dad were Mormons. When I went off to college I remember sitting there alone in church wondering. Why am I here anyway. That's when I truly prayed for the first time, with all of my heart asking God if what I had always taken for granted was true. After my prayer I felt good and I thought maybe I'll try again when I'm home alone. I sat there trying to listen to the talk being given when suddenly my whole body started to feel so light, my heart was so full of love and I wasn't sure why. Tears were running down my cheeks and I new that I had been blessed with the begining of my own personal testimony. I often think of that day and though I'm still struggling to be the man that I know God wants me to be, I love my life, knowing that my family is a forever family, that my joy is real, that God's love is real. I still pray for my personal testimony, as well as the testimony of my loved ones, and all of those who seek the truth.
I work with those who are struggling so much in life that they are unable to find shelter. Many of the women I work with have lost thier children due to poor choices in men or lifestyles. It is truly a joy to help a homeless man or woman find their way back home. To see a mother regain custody of a child and then learn to take care of that child is such a joy also. We help families get back together and we teach them how to stay together. I can't imagine having any of my loved ones taken from me because of my own neglect. At church I worked with the little ones for many years. Right now I'm the CTRB, five year olds teacher. Along with another brother we teach these children the basic principles of the gospel. At first I though it would be easy, then soon I reallized that five years old is plenty old enough to require a lot of preparation. It is such a sweet innocent age, while at the same time they are old enough to let you know if you are less entertaining than they preffer. I do love them though. I'm sure I was an interesting student at that age.