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I would take guys into restaurants and everybody knew to take off their hats. One of the guys, who I still talk to, asked me, “Why do you pray? You know what we do here, right? We sell drugs. Why do you pray? Our business is ...
I would put on my clothes and I would tip [toe] out in the middle of the night to go gamble. In a week he would get paid. He would give me money to go buy the groceries. I’d go gamble every bit of it.
When God spoke to me I left my career to be a stay-at-home mom. I left all the glitz and glamour and all the supposedly wonderful things. I started completely over, but with God in my heart this time.
I had a big head and a big attitude to go along with it. I had the house, cars, the boat; the middle class dream. All of a sudden I started making some real bad choices.
"When my mother told her that she was pregnant she took her to what we would call now a backwoods abortionist."
Everything was going beautifully, but there was an emptiness in my life and I was frustrated. I kept thinking, “There has to be more.”
We lost our house and moved into an apartment complex where the police department was there every night and there were gun shots and squirrels literally in the cupboards.
I couldn’t find enough drugs to make me happy. I couldn’t find enough alcohol to make me happy. I couldn’t find enough women to make me happy. I had all the money I wanted. I just couldn’t find happiness.
I never paid for gas. I never paid for my food; not even at convenience stores. I didn’t pay for the cokes I got. I would steal cases of beer at time, leather coats, my Prom dress.
Let me tell you story of our house that we had on the ‘For Sale’ market for $899,000.00. We dropped the price to $799,000.00. Someone made a low ball offer of $650,000.00. My family said, “Hold on to it, Joe. Hold on to it.” ...