Dolores Marie Bril

We are celebrating the life and legacy of our dearest Mother, Wife, Sister, Missionary, Singer and Author, Dolores Marie Bril, also adoring known as Ruth Davidson. Ruth was born on February 11, 1939 in Des Moines, Iowa and grew up in Tucson, Arizona. She passed away on January 13, 2023 in Kingwood, Texas three weeks short of her 84^th birthday. She is preceded in death by her parents Harry and Nellie Licthy. Dolores is survived by her loving husband of 53 years of marriage, Richard Bril; Her three sons John, William, and Nathanael and wife Esther and by Daughter India Rose Hopper and husband Gary; Her brother Ron Lichty, and sister Shirley Wilson; Fourteen Grandchildren; Melody, John David, Rachel, Michael Knight, Kendra, Chantalle, Arthur, Jennifer, Chloe, Jason, Eric Lance, Arianna, Catherine, and Chase, and four Great-Grandchildren, Aralina, Emma, Lucy, and Waylon.

After leaving of life of glamour and high society behind, as one of highest paid models in America, Ruth circled the globe over the past five decades, from the U.S. to Europe to the Middle East and on to India and the far East, and to South America. She was a shining light to all who knew her, a reflection of her loving Savior, Jesus Christ. Her autobiography will be published soon: “From Broadway to Calvary” and will be available on Amazon. We will be celebrating her life and legacy in a Memorial Service held on her 84lth birthday, Saturday, February 11, 2023 at our studio in New Caney, Texas and will film the service for all to see when it is posted on the internet.

If you’d like us to send you a link to Memorial Service, please send your request to: mail@FamilyLifelines.org.

Thank you for your help in printing and publishing Ruth Davidson’s first of several books that she has written.

My beloved wife of 53 years Ruth Davidson, graduated to her Heavenly reward on the afternoon of January 13, 2023. The amazing life that the Lord gave her has been captured in two volumes which she has written over the past 10 years. She completed them only last month and that is probably one reason why the Lord decided to take her home, to Him. She had completed her task. Both of her books are in the process of being laid out and are nearly ready to publish. We would like to ask your help in getting them printed and published. Our goal is to raise $5,000 for each book, for a total of $10,000. Thank you for helping us reach our goal. In these books, Ruth tells the amazing story of her life, from childhood to becoming a star on the Hollywood stage, to Las Vegas, and on to Broadway - eventually becoming one of the highest paid fashion models in the U.S. before it all came tumbling down at the hands of Timothy Leary, the LSD guru of the 1960s and 70s. The captivating story of her search for the truth lies within the pages of her first book: “In Search for the Silver Lining” – from Broadway to Calvary. I’d like to thank you for any support that you send our way for the publishing of these books.

With much appreciation,

Ruth’s lifelong partner and husband - Ben Davidson (Richard Bril)

Here is the Prologue from Ruth’s first book:

From Broadway to Cavalry

By Ruth Davidson

P R O L O G U E

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,

“You are wasting your strength with building here;

Your journey will end with the ending day.

You never again will pass this way.

You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build a bridge at evening tide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head

Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,

“There followed after me after me today,

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

This chasm that has been as naught to me

May to that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.

He too, must cross in the twilight dim.

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”

                -Will Allen Dromgoole (1860-1934)

The idea to write this book came as an inspiration, and as therapy. I was slowly emerging from a series of abrupt, life-threatening physical setbacks, which culminated in my being rushed to the emergency ICU on three different occasions in 2014. I was left completely dependent on others for just about everything.

In those quiet hours of dead silence, in the solitude of my four walls, I found myself reflecting, soul-searching, and retracing not only my most recent steps—but my entire life. I was active, energetic, full of vigor and vitality, participating in regular yoga exercises—when unexpectedly my life went into a sudden tailspin, ultimately requiring that I be pushed around in a wheelchair for the next two years. I was also put on a rigid diet with stringent restrictions.

I began pondering the events of my life and thought that retracing them from beginning to end would help me rediscover important elements that might have slipped away over the years.

The path to writing this book began with taking baby steps in relearning to signal my brain to tell my fingers how to print, and slowly, to write once again.

Contingent with the sickness, my ammonia levels peaked—consequently fogging my brain and motor nerves. It was as though I were starting all over again, with so many things to relearn. This was how I began to summon the deep recesses of my memory to formulate concrete thoughts and bring them to fruition.

The doctors put me through every test imaginable in attempts to save my life. The situation looked bleak with my life hanging in the balance. The doctors eventually gave up all hope and advised my husband to just take me home to die.

Richard was not about to give in to doubt, nor was he ready to let me go. Instead, he prayed desperately day and night for my healing. I was also greatly blessed with the prayers and support of my family and friends from around the world.

The struggle had been ongoing for nearly three years, with my bodily functions steadily weakening. I had virtually lost all hope of recovery; and felt that if given more time, I would be doomed to spend my last days in bed. Unafraid of dying, and with full assurance of where I would go, I felt ready to accept my reward in the hereafter.

Having lived a full, charmed life, and feeling that perhaps there was little left for me in this present world, I began directing my gaze forward and upward to my eternal destination. This wasn’t the first time I found myself approaching the threshold of the hereafter. I had been in this familiar dimension before, where sound is perceived from afar—almost as a distant echo. This time it felt as though I was heading toward infinity. I truly thought the end had come and life was now over.

Just as I was at the point of letting go, giving up and calling it quits, Richard leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Honey, I love you.”

His tender, endearing words were the spark that was needed to rekindle my fire and give me strength to continue here on this earth. Thoughts came rushing into my mind. How could I leave behind not only my husband, but my children and grandchildren—the loves of my life? From that moment on, I felt a distant plea calling me back. It was as if I were thrown into a lifesaving buoy amid the ocean in which I was rapidly sinking.

Love is an inexplicable, life-giving force that cannot be quenched; of this I am certain. True love will last through the test of time and live on.

I wanted to leave my autobiography to posterity—especially to my children and grandchildren—since previously I did not have the opportunity to share with them the many important lessons learned through trial and error. While I was still in the hospital, Richard surprised me with a Samsung Galaxy phone. At the onset of my illness, this gadget seemed to me like a strange and foreign object, even though I had been accustomed to using cell phones for years. I slowly learned to make calls with it; then graduated to pecking out notes on the notepad.

The first twenty pages of this book were completed on that Samsung cell phone. From there, I gradually moved up to a laptop computer. I continued moving forward with my writing. This is the book that came into being.

December 1, 2022

Ruth Davidson