My path is a long one full of twists and turns, bumpy roads and a lot of mistakes. When I was growing up, I knew there was a heaven and a hell, but I didn't know how one got there and I did pray, as I can recall but I didn't think much of it. I'd like to say my parents believe in God, but truthfully as much as I have to listen to my mom (my dad died in 2004) joke about it, I don't think so. My brother and I weren't raised to believe in anything, I went to church a few times (on holidays) with other family members, but all in all, I believed I was going straight to hell when I died. I had a hard childhood, home life was fine but being around other kids and school sucked. When I was 16, I had what I believe was a near death experience, to sum it up I had a really bad asthma attack that landed me in the hospital for a week, the doctors said if I had waited another hour then I would have been dead. When I was 19 I was attacked by some guy (I got away), then a week later I was raped, then a month later I met my son's father who turned out to be extremely abusive and controlling, but he's the one who told me about God, go figure.
I ended up getting pregnant with my son, after my son was born, I asked to be saved.
I ended up getting pregnant with my son, after my son was born, I asked to be saved.