Now I don't even Know where to start but to say Praise Jesus.  I have a story that I really want to share with the world and this is the only way that i know how to do it.

    We will shorten the bad stuff to get to the fun parts.  On my 6th birthday I was woke up at 6:00am by my dad who hurried me into the living room to open my birthday present. The reason that he was hurrying me is so that we could get mom to the hospital cause she was in labor. Later that evening I had a little brother born on my birth day.  Well time goes by and my brother and I get close as brothers do. Then at age 13 we were on the way to the family doctors to get our allergy shots when we were hit in the back by a drunk driver. Six days later my 6 year old brother was declared dead on Halloween night.  That sent my into a spinning spiral of depression .  Well time goes by and wounds start to heal but I had fallen into a bad drug habit.  I was smoking drugs 3 or 4 times a day by then. As I started getting older the drug habit kept getting worse. 

    Then at age 21 I came home from a friends house and started some oil on the stove to do a lil cooking.  Then I went to my room to change clothes and fell asleep.  Later I was awaken do to the fact that I couldn't breath.  I made it out my bedroom window and over to the neighbors house to call 911.  I was the only person home when the fire happened ( My parents were out of town ), so they took me to the hospital to get checked out.  There the doctor told me that he didn't understand how I get out of there alive because my carbonmonixide level was so high that I should have been in a coma.  Now the really sad thing about that is I never gave the credit to my survival where the credit was do. The house was completely destroyed.  We lost everything and I do mean everything the only thing my family had was the clothing on our backs. 

    After this I became even more depressed and started smoking and drinking more than ever. I was surly on a path of self destruction. Now since the house was gone my parents decided to move to Indy to be closer to my grandparents and all of my aunts and uncles.  Which this really hurt me even more cause everyone that I knew and was friends with lived here.  But we moved and I went with them.  I then was more depressed than ever being in a place that I knew no one had no friends and no job.  4 months after we moved down there my mother died of a blood clot to her heart.

    Now at this point I was beyond out of my mind. Which a week after she died my dad told me that he was moving to western Kentucky which is about 450 miles away from Fort Wayne. I knew at that point it was time for me and dad to part ways.  I moved back to Fort Wayne to live. Luckly I had some wonderful friends to take me in because I had nothing but a couple hundred dollars and a van to my name. But these friends weren't really helpful to stop the drug and drinking habbits that I had really developed.

    Well in 2004 I finally got arrested for possession of a narcotic.  I tried to do all the probation and all that but with almost no money and only a part-time job i just couldn't afford it.  I wound up serving a month allen county jail. Which started got me started to clean up my act, but that is when I met my current wife and we had our first child. Our daughter was born on April 3rd 2006 and that was the day I asked the lord to take me into his arms and show me the way to be the father that I need to be and give me the strength to stop what i was doing. Well since that day I have been totally clean and I do mean totally.  I don't drink, I don't do any kind of drugs and I have been able to work hard to help provide for my family and children.

     The day my daughter was born Jesus Christ touched my heart and just took away all that addiction, ( stopped cold turkey style ) He lifted that pain and burden from my heart.  Now I look forward to waking up in the morning and seeing my children.  This year I have lost one uncle and both of my grandfathers and not once looked for or touched drugs, or alcohol to try to deal with my anger or pain.  I have relied on the love of Jesus, my wife, and my children.  Jesus has carried my through.

    I finally know where to give the credit to.  Through all of that, through the deaths, the losses, the drugs and drinking, Jesus has always looked after me and kept me safe, and alive, and no matter how much I rejected him, no matter how much I disrespected him, no matter how much I didn't believe that he cared about what happened to me .  Jesus still loved me, cared for me, still treated me as his child. He never left me alone though I might have felt that way.

Now I have found a new church, The Harvest Free Will Baptist Church, and there they have truly awoken my spirit and reminded me that I am never alone and never in anything that my lord and savior can't handle.

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