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"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
I made a choice. That day a healing process started in my life. Now I can look back and say, “Wow.
The times I would overdose, and go to the emergency room the doctors would say, “Do you have a death wish?”
I recall walking home from football practice at Tyner Junior High School. I would walk behind the school because I didn't want other kids to see me walking home, or not having a ride home. They would get the car with their da...
I just lost all hope. I was just being dealt the wrong hand. I really went into a depression.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
As I came out I heard her singing “Jesus loves me.” The faster she rocked, the louder she sang. My parents heard her and we were kicked out of the house.
When my dad was struggling for his life, he went out into the yard to put himself out and the neighbors came to help extinguish the fire. Dad wanted to pray. Dad wanted to pray for my brother.
I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”