I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
When my dad was struggling for his life, he went out into the yard to put himself out and the neighbors came to help extinguish the fire. Dad wanted to pray. Dad wanted to pray for my brother.
I had never prostituted before and I was going to go down there for the first time and do it.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
. I was fifteen years old when I first tried a drug called heroin. From that point my life went downhill.
It was eleven o'clock in the morning, and my blood alcohol level was twice the legal limit for the State of Tennessee. My ten-year-old daughter was in the front with me, and she escaped serious physical injury, but her emotio...
It became a vicious cycle of doing cocaine to stay up all day sot I could work and then doing heroin to sleep late at night.
One of the women was a employee at work. The Board of Directors called me in. After questioning me about this they terminated my employment, effective immediately.
"I was the girl on top of the bar with money being put on me, not remembering any of it the next morning."
"Suddenly I felt the real power and presence of God. It was like fire and electricity shooting through my body."