Friday, March 30, 2012

1st addiction

I don't remember a lot about my parents divorce, I don't think it was talked about in front of me. it was just like one day my dad didn't live with us anymore. I would see my dad every Saturday when he would come to take me bowling or to my baseball game, but even then I noticed kids and other parents treated me different when I was around.  The first time I remember I was probably 8 or 9 and at my little league game. One of the kids was having a birthday party and I overheard him ask his dad if it was ok if he invited me to the party. I can still to this day hear his answer as if it just happened. He said you can't be friends with him his parents are divorced. That was the first time and not the last time that people assumed and labeled me a bad kid because my parents were divorced or because we were on welfare. I remember walking to the store one day and seeing these kids from the neighborhood standing by some garbage cans smoking cigarettes. As I walked by one of them called me over and offered me a smoke, I remember thinking well if I am such a bad kid why not? That was the first day of 26 years of smoking cigarettes and also the start of my first addiction. At a early age I was labeled a bad kid and I started to believe it. the more I was called bad, the more I believed it.

Monday, March 26, 2012

My Story

On October 20th, 2002 I was baptized with my 2 month old daughter. I didn't know what baptism meant at that time. I thought it was just a way to show your allegiance to God. It took me 8 yrs to figure it out, and even then I needed some help. I want to help others find the peace that God has given to me. I want share my story in hopes that I can help someone stay away from the life I led, or if you are headed down that same path that it is never too late to change.

Growing up I didn't have a lot of good adult influence in my life. My parents were divorced when I was 4 or 5, I saw my dad on weekends when he would take me to my bowling league or hunting at Mt. Saint Helens, things like that but he passed away when I was 12.

My mom had to go to school and then work so I was raised a lot by my older sisters, but they were teenagers and had their own things they wanted to do so I spent a lot of time out on the streets.

I started smoking cigarettes when I was 10, and took my first hit of Marijuana when I was 12. By the time I was 16 I was using Cocaine and Methamphetamine and by the time I was 18 I was regular user of LSD. I stole, I robbed, I beat people up, and I used women as sexual objects and treated them like trash. The only person I cared about was my mom. This is just a view I guess of the different chapters of my life. I will go into further detail of each chapter in hopes of showing you that it is never to late and that no matter what you do, God loves you.