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Well...this will be the first time i've put this down other than verbaly so i hope it doesn't sound to disorganized...i'll start with some backround and move into the actual testimony...
I was raised in a christian home for most of my life. My dad was in the navy so we moved around alot. So i'll start where i remember in a sec but i want to tell of a couple of wierd things that my life started with first. So here goes....
When i was around 6 months old my mother was driving from Spokane to Seattle, WA in her car and her mom was following her in her car about 10 minutes back. I was in the back seat of my mom's car in the car seat. It was dark, and late and my mom had a headache my crying wasn't making it mutch better...when all of a sudden she came around a corner and saw a vw bug parked up the road a little ways with it's hood/trunk up and a big JESUS SAVES sticker in the window so she stopped to see if she could help. She said that there was a black man with a big afro and a big smile. She said that he looked at her and told her "don't worry. everyhting's going to be alright." at that point my grandma came around the corner, my mom turned around to waver her down and when she turned back around the man and his car was gone; like it was never there at all. (yes...vanished) neways..this whole time i had been crying loudly and so my grandma offered to take me into her car so my mom, with a headache, could relax and drive. So they started driving again and about 10 minutes down the road a rock, the size of a vollyball broke thru the backseat window and landed in the exact place my car seat had been. My mother and grandmother viewed it as me being saved by an angel.
One year later, so i would be about a year and a half, and we were living in spokane with my grandparents. Now i dont really know alot of the situations around this event but i'll tell u what i know. My mother was highly depressed because of a bunch of different reasons but mainly because she was living with her parents at 24 and her husband was out to sea on a ship for a 8 mounth stent. Newayz, i guess she was talking to her self very negitively while i was in the room in my crib and her mother(who is a pastor i dont know if i mentioned) came in and was talking to her. My mother said somthing (she either wont tell me or doens't remember) and i sat up in my crib and said in a loud, deep, echoing and gravley voice (that obviously wasn't mine since babies dont normaly talk untill 2-3 years) "NO YOU WILL NOT" while looking directly at my mother. Then i started screaming at the top of my lungs and wouldn't stop untill the head pastor of my mother's church came in the room and commanded the evil spirit that was inhabiting my body to leave and layed his hands on me...
Now for the stuff i do remember...
When i was 4 we moved from Rhoda, Spain to Charlston, South Carolina and stayed there for 5 years. During that 5 years we atended an amazing Assembly's of God church which was also mine and my brother's(he's 3 years younger than me) school. At about 6 years oul my mom(who had been a teacher at my school for 2 years) pulled me out of private school and started to homeschool me. Sometime during those 4 years i got formally saved and i was told that i was baptized in the holy spirit and started speaking in tounges. When i was about 9 we moved to Naples, Italy for 3 years. There, we started atttending a Catholic church for about a year untill we found a good A.G. church to attend. There i found out i had Tourette's Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder(OCD) and a VERY bad temper. I once got into a fight there and picked up a boy and thru him straight up and over a 15 foot wall i was so full of adrenaline. I tried putting my negitive energy into bikeriding and rollerblading but i was just a natural troublemaker. I was old enough at this point to know that my dad was cheating on my mom with his boss at work. that kindof started to hurt my spiritual life as well...then at 12 my dad retired from the navy and we moved to Spokane, Wa (where i live now) My dad got a job at hotel maneging thier resturaunt and cheated on my mom again with a co-worker. then one day while my dad was at school(he was going back to college) my little brother(a new one of only 18 months old) was runover when he ran out behind my grandmother's car while she was backing out of the driveway. he died 3 days later afer multiple surgeries and many prayers. but i had ot be strong for my other brohter and sister, so i dind't cry( and didn't cry agoin for 3 years) At this point(about 13) i went nuts; i started stealing things, it stared out with hot wheeles and sports cards and quickley moved on to clothes, watches, movies, video games and anything else i could get my hands on. i even made a fake ID so i could get into the local 16-20 club. But the first time i went there my temper got me into trouble again. I was just sitting at a table with some friends and a few tables away i saw a guy(about 17) backhand the girl next to him(probably his g/f) so hard she fell out of her chair. All i remember is standing up and seeing a red mist fall over my eyes. the next thing i remember was my friends and a bouncer pulling me away from the guy; he was laying on his back with blood everywhere and one of the wooden chairs we were sitting in was shattered onthe floor next to and on top of him. A juvanile court sentenced me to 6 months(2 classes)of anger manegment and 100 hours of community service...then i found out that going to church counted as community service! So i started going to youth group at my parent's church. And suprisingly to me, i loved it! Also i met a girl..we were to geather for about a year and a half nd during that time i got a job at a christian bookstore and attended youth and church regularly! it was amazing! just like being reborn! i joined the youth choir and everyhing! My girlfriend and i broke up and i started going out with another girl (her name was Kahloni) i got very involved with our youth group and started writing dramas and acting in them and going oun multiple choir tours. we even got to go to Columbine right after the shooting and minister to the students there. Then, when i was around 17, almost 18, my dad cheated on my mom again with his secratary! Everyhting kindof went crazy again at that point. My mom snapped and i think that i was the only thing that kept her from killing herself and my dad(even tho she tried once). I left shortly after that to go on my final choir tour to Detroit. i got a call right b4 one of out proformances there that my parents had filed for divorce. i was SO outraged and broken! I totally veared away from God, slowly but i knew that i hated God for letting my brother die and parents get divorced. My best friend intraduced me to pot(weed) and my dad became a bartender so i had a fully stocked bar in his basement anytime i wanted to drink. So i became an alcoholic and a pothead. my best friend and i got an very hi paying job at 18 wokring for America Online. Everthing was the same for about a year; i still went to church to keep my g/f and parents happy, i worked steadily and saved my money. Then at 19 i broke up with my girlfriend of 3 and a half years and started getting worse. I stopped going to church entirely and moved onto parties, more drinking, and during the next year i spent aproximatly $10,000 on drugs and alcohol. I got a new girlfriend and lost my virginity(she had a long time b4 that) and got kicked out of my mom's house when she walked in on us. Then she broke up with me 3 months later and started dating my best friend.(my life sound like jerry springer yet?) Then i got a new job working wiht my uncle going on trips and stocking food in grocery stores all over washington st. It was great to me. I got to party al night with my best friend and my uncle and get paid to do it. Then i got tired of it all. (oh, i forgot to say somthing earlier. when i was born i was prophasied over and it was said, by 3 different ppl, that i would not die untill i had accomplished a great and noticably work for God and that i would bring thousands to the Lord) <--so all this time i knew that i could do pretty mutch anything cuz i was not going to die as long as i was not living for God! I also missed my ex-g/f (Kahloni) very mutch! So i went to her and told her that i would try to change for her if she would take me back and she did. But i didn't change and so we broke up again. Then one night i had a dream(vision?) from God. I was riding in a car and knowing that i would live i opened the door and jumped out(going 60 miles an hour). I rolled and then, when i finaly stopped i sat up and laughed! i pulled out my cell phone and called an amulance to treat my broken arm. Then i heard a voice saying: "If you wait to long to do what i have planned for you, I will find someone else to do it and your protection will be gone." then i woke up. I was so shocked that i woke up my best friend who was in the other bed across the room and told him about my dream. Also i wrote my dream in a Gidion's Bible in the drawer. Then i actually changed! i came back into town and went straight to the college group ot my old church and told them about it! they all gathered around me and prayd for me. Then i decided i couldn't live without Kahloni so i begged her for one more chance. From that point, i quit smokong, drinking and drugs all in one night! Now i'm not one of those people who the cravings just dissapear and they never do it again. I still have a drink now and again(even tho i'm 21 now) and now i have plans to go to bible College to be a pastor myself! Oh, Kahloni and I got married in September of '04! I dont think that i have left anyhting out but i've been writing off and on for about 2 and a half hours! lol. I really hope this helps a few of you. God Bless.
I was raised in a christian home for most of my life. My dad was in the navy so we moved around alot. So i'll start where i remember in a sec but i want to tell of a couple of wierd things that my life started with first. So here goes....
When i was around 6 months old my mother was driving from Spokane to Seattle, WA in her car and her mom was following her in her car about 10 minutes back. I was in the back seat of my mom's car in the car seat. It was dark, and late and my mom had a headache my crying wasn't making it mutch better...when all of a sudden she came around a corner and saw a vw bug parked up the road a little ways with it's hood/trunk up and a big JESUS SAVES sticker in the window so she stopped to see if she could help. She said that there was a black man with a big afro and a big smile. She said that he looked at her and told her "don't worry. everyhting's going to be alright." at that point my grandma came around the corner, my mom turned around to waver her down and when she turned back around the man and his car was gone; like it was never there at all. (yes...vanished) neways..this whole time i had been crying loudly and so my grandma offered to take me into her car so my mom, with a headache, could relax and drive. So they started driving again and about 10 minutes down the road a rock, the size of a vollyball broke thru the backseat window and landed in the exact place my car seat had been. My mother and grandmother viewed it as me being saved by an angel.
One year later, so i would be about a year and a half, and we were living in spokane with my grandparents. Now i dont really know alot of the situations around this event but i'll tell u what i know. My mother was highly depressed because of a bunch of different reasons but mainly because she was living with her parents at 24 and her husband was out to sea on a ship for a 8 mounth stent. Newayz, i guess she was talking to her self very negitively while i was in the room in my crib and her mother(who is a pastor i dont know if i mentioned) came in and was talking to her. My mother said somthing (she either wont tell me or doens't remember) and i sat up in my crib and said in a loud, deep, echoing and gravley voice (that obviously wasn't mine since babies dont normaly talk untill 2-3 years) "NO YOU WILL NOT" while looking directly at my mother. Then i started screaming at the top of my lungs and wouldn't stop untill the head pastor of my mother's church came in the room and commanded the evil spirit that was inhabiting my body to leave and layed his hands on me...
Now for the stuff i do remember...
When i was 4 we moved from Rhoda, Spain to Charlston, South Carolina and stayed there for 5 years. During that 5 years we atended an amazing Assembly's of God church which was also mine and my brother's(he's 3 years younger than me) school. At about 6 years oul my mom(who had been a teacher at my school for 2 years) pulled me out of private school and started to homeschool me. Sometime during those 4 years i got formally saved and i was told that i was baptized in the holy spirit and started speaking in tounges. When i was about 9 we moved to Naples, Italy for 3 years. There, we started atttending a Catholic church for about a year untill we found a good A.G. church to attend. There i found out i had Tourette's Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder(OCD) and a VERY bad temper. I once got into a fight there and picked up a boy and thru him straight up and over a 15 foot wall i was so full of adrenaline. I tried putting my negitive energy into bikeriding and rollerblading but i was just a natural troublemaker. I was old enough at this point to know that my dad was cheating on my mom with his boss at work. that kindof started to hurt my spiritual life as well...then at 12 my dad retired from the navy and we moved to Spokane, Wa (where i live now) My dad got a job at hotel maneging thier resturaunt and cheated on my mom again with a co-worker. then one day while my dad was at school(he was going back to college) my little brother(a new one of only 18 months old) was runover when he ran out behind my grandmother's car while she was backing out of the driveway. he died 3 days later afer multiple surgeries and many prayers. but i had ot be strong for my other brohter and sister, so i dind't cry( and didn't cry agoin for 3 years) At this point(about 13) i went nuts; i started stealing things, it stared out with hot wheeles and sports cards and quickley moved on to clothes, watches, movies, video games and anything else i could get my hands on. i even made a fake ID so i could get into the local 16-20 club. But the first time i went there my temper got me into trouble again. I was just sitting at a table with some friends and a few tables away i saw a guy(about 17) backhand the girl next to him(probably his g/f) so hard she fell out of her chair. All i remember is standing up and seeing a red mist fall over my eyes. the next thing i remember was my friends and a bouncer pulling me away from the guy; he was laying on his back with blood everywhere and one of the wooden chairs we were sitting in was shattered onthe floor next to and on top of him. A juvanile court sentenced me to 6 months(2 classes)of anger manegment and 100 hours of community service...then i found out that going to church counted as community service! So i started going to youth group at my parent's church. And suprisingly to me, i loved it! Also i met a girl..we were to geather for about a year and a half nd during that time i got a job at a christian bookstore and attended youth and church regularly! it was amazing! just like being reborn! i joined the youth choir and everyhing! My girlfriend and i broke up and i started going out with another girl (her name was Kahloni) i got very involved with our youth group and started writing dramas and acting in them and going oun multiple choir tours. we even got to go to Columbine right after the shooting and minister to the students there. Then, when i was around 17, almost 18, my dad cheated on my mom again with his secratary! Everyhting kindof went crazy again at that point. My mom snapped and i think that i was the only thing that kept her from killing herself and my dad(even tho she tried once). I left shortly after that to go on my final choir tour to Detroit. i got a call right b4 one of out proformances there that my parents had filed for divorce. i was SO outraged and broken! I totally veared away from God, slowly but i knew that i hated God for letting my brother die and parents get divorced. My best friend intraduced me to pot(weed) and my dad became a bartender so i had a fully stocked bar in his basement anytime i wanted to drink. So i became an alcoholic and a pothead. my best friend and i got an very hi paying job at 18 wokring for America Online. Everthing was the same for about a year; i still went to church to keep my g/f and parents happy, i worked steadily and saved my money. Then at 19 i broke up with my girlfriend of 3 and a half years and started getting worse. I stopped going to church entirely and moved onto parties, more drinking, and during the next year i spent aproximatly $10,000 on drugs and alcohol. I got a new girlfriend and lost my virginity(she had a long time b4 that) and got kicked out of my mom's house when she walked in on us. Then she broke up with me 3 months later and started dating my best friend.(my life sound like jerry springer yet?) Then i got a new job working wiht my uncle going on trips and stocking food in grocery stores all over washington st. It was great to me. I got to party al night with my best friend and my uncle and get paid to do it. Then i got tired of it all. (oh, i forgot to say somthing earlier. when i was born i was prophasied over and it was said, by 3 different ppl, that i would not die untill i had accomplished a great and noticably work for God and that i would bring thousands to the Lord) <--so all this time i knew that i could do pretty mutch anything cuz i was not going to die as long as i was not living for God! I also missed my ex-g/f (Kahloni) very mutch! So i went to her and told her that i would try to change for her if she would take me back and she did. But i didn't change and so we broke up again. Then one night i had a dream(vision?) from God. I was riding in a car and knowing that i would live i opened the door and jumped out(going 60 miles an hour). I rolled and then, when i finaly stopped i sat up and laughed! i pulled out my cell phone and called an amulance to treat my broken arm. Then i heard a voice saying: "If you wait to long to do what i have planned for you, I will find someone else to do it and your protection will be gone." then i woke up. I was so shocked that i woke up my best friend who was in the other bed across the room and told him about my dream. Also i wrote my dream in a Gidion's Bible in the drawer. Then i actually changed! i came back into town and went straight to the college group ot my old church and told them about it! they all gathered around me and prayd for me. Then i decided i couldn't live without Kahloni so i begged her for one more chance. From that point, i quit smokong, drinking and drugs all in one night! Now i'm not one of those people who the cravings just dissapear and they never do it again. I still have a drink now and again(even tho i'm 21 now) and now i have plans to go to bible College to be a pastor myself! Oh, Kahloni and I got married in September of '04! I dont think that i have left anyhting out but i've been writing off and on for about 2 and a half hours! lol. I really hope this helps a few of you. God Bless.