I am 29 years old and from highly dysfunctional family. My mother was a drug addict prostitute and my daddy was her pimp. By the time I was born, she was retired from her active lifestyle and my daddy was a mystery man. She was 23 with five kids to raise and not educated.
Devastated and frightened by the economy on her back, she embraced her old lifestyle in a different manner - She found one man with a good paying job she could manipulate out of his funds.
Her favorite hobby became verbal abuse of her children. This vas the worst thing that ever happened to me growing up. I was constantly reminded of what a worthless no-good child I was.
At the age of 7, my mother called me into her room to ask if I knew who I was. When I could not answer she took delight in telling me that I was the odd ball - the black sheep - the child she wished was dead - the child born from the man she hated. She told me I would probably end up a drug addict prostitute. By the time I was 19 years old I had a full blown crack habit and had been arrested 17 times. I was placed in a mental hospital at least five times and diagnosed as a manic depressed person with chronic mood swings.
This set the stage for drastic self abuse. I was in and out of drug rehabilitation at least 18 times. Nothing worked for me. I had a history of countless suicide attempts on my journey down skid row. I had no idea that one gray day while on a drug mission, I would be arrested and thrown in jail for the 22nd or 23rd time.
That would be the best thing that ever happened to me - that I would be introduced to my real Father and told about the undying love He has for me...
It was explained to me that he died for everything I did out there on the streets. Every time death passed me by, it was because I was worth something to God. I was told that all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord according to his purpose. Every bad thing that ever happened to me was initiated by Satan and my mother was under his attack.
It was there in the Genesee County jail that the dark clouds that hovered over my life turned to sunshine. It was there in the jail that I confessed Jesus as my Lord and Savior He opened up doors that had been bolted shut and He allowed me to live through Him.
He told me that life appeared to be vicious to me. Everything that I had to suffer through was to prepare me to battle with the devil in a mighty war. He said He had a job for me and it required experience. He told me that my job would be to Love and Minister to the Chiquita's of the world. I had been spared because I had been chosen.
I would like to thank F. M. M. and Sheriff Joe Wilson and all their supporters who will always have a special place in my heart. Because of your obedience to the Lord, you helped to usher sunshine into my dark world.
Today I am a Holy Woman of God with morals, values and principles. I've gotten my son back and am a great mom. My son is three years old and all he knows is Christ. When he is not feeling well, he comes to me and says, "Come on, Momma, let's pray". He even knows the power of laying on hands.
I work and I go to school. Things I used to dream about happening in my life have come to pass. Every one of you is an indirect part of our happiness Most of all, I would like to thank my Father who will always have a place in my heart.