My Story
When I came to New York City I was penny - less. Just a couple of years divorced, but far from over it. Divorced because my wife could no longer take my Alcohol fueled verbal abuse. My Mother, Sister, not one of my friends , relatives, nobody was putting up with my non- sense anymore. So I was alone, drunk, homeless, broke , I missed my daughter something terrible, because I knew even then it was going to be a long time before Kelley would let me near her. Part of me understood, part of me heartbroken. I missed everyone. Standing in the pouring rain in Times Square New York City. Early 30's and felt like i was 90. I was broken. I was never much for religion, I knew there had to be some sort of creator because evrything seems to fit and roll along in this world like the tiny gears in a good watch. But I needed help, bad. I got on my kness and said (Yelled on the busy NYC streets) I said dear God, I know I desearve everything thats happining to me. I have let this alcohol take me to places I said I would never go, I let it turn me into a bad husband, father, son, brother and friend to people that mean the world to me. I just can't stop by myself. Please take this alcohol curse away from me. I sat there soaked to the bone between rain & tears and finally fell asleep. I woke up the next day across the street from Times Square Church. Hung over and sick, normal day. I reached down into my pocket and pulled out a couple of soaked dollars and some change and made my way to the liquor store, after all its the only thing thats going to stop the shakes and calm the sickness. I bought a pint of Vodka, twisted the cap and took a sip, then began to throw up unlike I have ever in my life. I thought wow! what was that, I don't throw up ? So I tried again with a result 10 times worse, I couldn't catch my breath. It actually scared me, I thought i was going to stop breathing. Then I rememberd my request and promise to God. Looking back and what I think was the most amazing thing was that I threw the bottle in the garbage. Needed no detox was not sick no shakes. People to this day say , we'll that's just medically impossible you couldn't have been that bad. All you have to do is ask anyone who knew me "If I was that bad" So I have never even had a sip of any kind of alcohol since that day with no medical problems, didn't even need to detox. I was cured right there and then. I started to attend Times Square Church for the simple reason that its where my little life saving miracle took place. Its a great Church, Pastor Carter Conlon was intense. I still love the place and stop in when i can. But at the time I was like a sponge, anything spiritual I read it. I was doing three Bible studies through the mail at the same time. But what happened was someone gave me a small book called "National Sunday Law" by A. Jan Marcussen. That book really changed things for me. The problem was is that I never felt right in any of the churches that I tried. I wondered why we go to Church on Sunday instead of Saturday "The Sabbath" little by little my questions were being answerd. Ellen G. White books like Steps to Christ and The Great Controversy explain everything to the seeking heart. Well thats the short version of my story. Thank You for reading....
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