Well, to start out I remember one day oh about eighteen years ago, my mother died of cancer. Instead of standing tall like a true Christian should I went the opposite way, which is when I began my time of slavery, not by man but by sin.
Instead of trying to understand God's plan, my heart was filled with so much pity and grief. I became addicted, violent, irresponsible, negligent, and disrespectful, especially toward God. Only God knew and understood what I was going thru.
Now I am drug-free. I am married to my soulmate. I have a great life with my two sons, one daughter, and my seven grandchildren. And all this comes from a man that everybody gave up on--everybody but God.
