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I had twenty-seven operations and four plastic surgery operations. When I got out of the hospital nine months later I looked okay on the outside; but inside I was still wounded.
I don’t know what it was. There was this flame inside my stomach just boiling over.
They took me to the dessert out in Tucson, AZ and tried to make me dig a hole. They were going to bury me in the hole. So I told them; “Kill me and dig it yourself.”
“There is something wrong with me and I don’t know what it is.” He said; “Well, you’re having anxiety attacks.”
"I was quickly reminded of Christ and that is what life is about."
"One day when COVID happened, I lost my job and all things came to a head."
By the time I was nineteen, I was extremely bitter, angry, volatile … violent. I had become a kleptomaniac I was addicted to stealing everything around me. I was heavily on drugs and had really pushed everybody out of ...
Where I’d prayed for everyone else for so long... I had ignored the fact that I did need God.
In the third grade I didn’t know how to spell tadpole. For every letter I missed my dad would whip me across my back with a leather belt until I would bleed.
I was absolutely crystal clear on one thing. “I’m empty. I’m insecure. I’m a follower, not a leader like my Dad raised me to be.