Testimony Of A Person Who Grew Up In The Church

My testimony is not the testimony of a person who grew up in Church. My parents did not teach me the way of Lord. I am at times still in awe of God and the fact that I am his. I had a hard childhood my father was in the cold war and when he returned home he was not the same as before he left. He was no longer able to fully function in society. He went from being funny and loving to being someone who did not trust anyone. I would hear stories about how people loved to be around my dad. And that my dad loved to be around people. But this changed after he came home. My mother said his condition was too much for her and she divorced him when I was 7 years old. At this point both of my parents took a turn for the worse. My mother started using …show more content…
My life was constantly in chaos. I never had a stable home environment because when I was with my mom there was nothing but parties and I was exposed to things that no child should have to deal with. And When I was with my dad all we did was fight. Drugs were something of norm and as a result I smoked marijuana for the first time when I was 13 years old. I thought it was cool. I thought this is what people do when they get old enough to make decisions for themselves. When I was a sophomore in high school. I was living with my mother and during this time she was addicted to crack-cocaine, and once again I thought this is what people do, so I used cocaine for the first time when I was just 15. I had been shot down a path in which I was doomed. Without even realizing what was happening to me. That summer I used ecstasy and lsd for the first time. By the time I was 18 I had found my first true addiction all though mildly I had become hooked on crystal meth. This drug slowly but surely took over my life and by the time I was 26 I knew that I had to do something else. Unfortunately, that something else became heroin, which is the most addictive drug I ever used. Around 4 years ago I moved in with my …show more content…
So I did. The suffering he was going through was extreme he would walk around all day and he would scream all night. I decided start researching his condition. I researched his symptoms, along with his experiences, along with his time in the service in addition with where he was stationed. What I found out was that in 1988, while my father was stationed in Heilbronn Germany he was jumped and stabbed in the back of the head. This put him in a coma for 3 weeks and while he was in the coma there was a microchip implanted behind his left ear. My father had been a victim of a government experiment. An experiment that seemed to destine both of our lives for failure. I was already in bad shape but this made me worse I spent the next two years of my life in what I would call no man’s land. I started shooting up heroin, I got so bad that I ended up in the hospital because of an infection in my left arm. I spent four days wondering if I was going to lose part of my arm. I think this when God began to move in my life. But I didn’t know it yet. As soon as I got home from the hospital, I was back at. With the drugs. I was going in circles with all my heart I wanted to help my dad. What had happened to him possessed me it was all I cared