Richard Bieber, The Pastor Who Saved My Faith and My Father’s Life — In Memoriam
“Glen, wake up. You’re loved.”
6 min readDec 29, 2021
It was June, 1972 and my father lay comatose in the Intensive Care Unit of Sinai hospital in Detroit, several days after ingesting a massive overdose of barbiturates. His kidneys had shut down and he was unresponsive to pain.
