I remember being in church and going up to the altar and crying. I was so tired of the life I was living. I needed help. I felt a sense of peace at that time and knew that if this Jesus thing can work for some of these other guys, then it can definitely work for me.
I’d gotten saved but it took another two years for me to actually submit myself to Him. I eventually wound up on a park bench. What led me to this park bench was that I knew I needed something different. I just didn’t know what.
It came to the point where I was crying while using drugs, asking myself, “Why am I doing this? I don’t want to be doing this anymore. God please help me.”
Pastor Mark asked us to close our eyes and pray. Then he asked us to raise our hand if we were ready to put our faith in Jesus. Just then, a calm, serene feeling came over me and I was overcome with peace. I realized that I have little or no control over my life or the lives of family, friends, or acquaintances.
I had to be broken for the light to get in. God had started working in my life. He had taken the desire to use drugs away from me long before I asked Him to, so that He could work on me with a lot of other things.
He said he would love to take my virginity from me. So, as my friend, Michelle, watched, he did, bent over me in the kitchen. It seemed as if only thirty seconds went by, and then it was over. I couldn’t understand the big hype. But I found out I could get pregnant in those 30 seconds.
I’d been drinking all day long and pulled out into the path of an oncoming vehicle with a with a woman and all of her children packed into this car. They T-boned me and at that moment everything went blank.
One Sunday afternoon I was sitting drunk in a bar, and I’m looking around. The only ones in the bar were the bartender, some shady looking guy in the corner, my ex-boyfriend’s mom, and me. I heard this voice in my head say, “What am I doing here?”
So when drugs and alcohol came around, it was easy for me to say “yes,” because I didn’t have anything in me saying “no” anymore. As I got more involved with drugs, I got into more crime. I started committing violent crimes, selling drugs, abusing drugs ended up back up in prison.
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