I remember going to bed, and praying, “God, you've got to give me this promise. You've got to show me something.”, because I wanted to divorce him. I wanted out. I was afraid.
Twelve years ago, I was given five years to live. They said; “Tim, you have an incurable cancer and we will see you on Monday.” That was the most sobering time of my life.
I couldn’t understand, from the civil war and being exposed to dead bodies, abuse, and suffering, from being in shelters and then coming to America thinking “finally”.