“I was abused by my step dad from the age of 9. He thought me to smoke cigarettes and take alcohol. At 10, I smoked like him. While we are not smoking or drinking, he was abusing me. My mom couldn’t say anything because he would beat her as he often did. He died of stroke when I was 15. It was hard for me to do anything else since life with him was the only way I knew to live. I had become used to his abuse, i wanted it. I soon got into the street. Mom could not stop me, I was already wild even before the death of her husband. On the street, I had many sex partners and slept with many people just to have food, alcohol, and cigarettes. At 20 I had been to prison up to four times. It was during one of my detention, I was in a cell with someone who claimed he did nothing wrong but was wrongly implicated. Even at that he had a strong believe that God was able to deliver him and restore him to his family. Here was a man in prison who did nothing wrong yet hoping on God to come to his aid, here was me who didn’t deserve to live. The man preached to me and I had a change of heart. I repented but I could not move on with my life. I had dropped out of school, haven’t heard from home in five years, I didn’t know how to move forward…”
The clock ticks as life goes on. Time and tide of life doesn’t wait for you to finish hurting. Get your life back on track again and keep going. Every dream or project you trashed because you thought you are not good enough. It’s time to pick them.
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