...he laid the Bible on my feet and prayed a simple prayer, “God, Your word is life. We speak life into Meredith.
When I arrived home I asked my brother, “Hey let’s get together. Let’s go out and drink. Dad’s dying. We need to go party.”
"My grandfather was very perverted. He did things and said things only to me, and it was kept a secret."
"I am so thankful that I was raised in a household that believed in the power of prayer and that believed in the power of Jesus Christ."
"During the tests I felt a sense of comfort that I had never felt; like everything was going to be okay."
"I wanted to laugh for three days. I knew I knew, I knew I was free."
"After five months I started coming out of my coma"
But I couldn’t escape the idea that suicide would be a good escape. It was like I was holding on the casket of my wife, and as morbid as it sounds was like I was being buried. I remember picturing myself breaking my grip with...