When I was born everyone knew God had a sense of humor.Doctors tried to give me back. In all seriousness part of my brain did not develop. The part that affects my learning and comprehension. They told my parents I would never do this
or that without needing assistance. Among other things I was born with a condition where my eyes look like cat eyes. Early in life I learned about injustice getting beat up, rejected by teachers,
labeled as having a learning disability and driven out of several schools.
By the time I was in the sixth grade, the abuse was as extreme as it gets.The kids formed circles around me and took turns beating me up. The teachers just stood there laughing and egging it on.
During my second year in the sixth, grade the only friend I had told me about The Lord. That year Jesus became Lord of my life. I discovered right away that God is a god of deliverance, being delivered from the area of town where I would have continued being abused.
I cannot say the problems ended overnight however
there were two years of peace in my life. Nearing my final year in Jr. High School at a church camp, I surrendered my life to full time service. What I did not know is the path God would take me down in preparation for His will. Before entering high school,I moved in with my father.
During high school, I discovered that God performs miracles and often when we least expect it.Someone decided I no longer qualified for special education classes. I found myself having to learn grade level materials instead of materials a few years behind. Soon I began to question the intelligence of taking someone who was failing his classes out of special ed and putting him in regular classes. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
About this same God called me out of the back -ground to fight on the front lines. I carried
God's message of hope and salvation to kids who were considering ending their lives. I had
an opportunity to speak in my classes about this issue. I don't know how many kids were touched however, I know the suicide chain that was going on subsided.The things I said spread like wildfire. Many kids asked me to give them one good reason. I told them his name is Jesus and he gave his life to give you a reason to live.
For me, the devil was about to turn up the heat as I learned my chances of graduating were slim
to none. October of 1987, I was informed if I didn't bring my grades up fast, I wouldn't
graduate at the end of the year. Since I still had teachers who offered little or no help to me,
I changed tactics. I started to harass them until they gave in and helped me, for no other reason
except to make me go away. Unfortunately, my efforts were not enough. I was informed about one month before graduation that I would be a senior again. I basically threw in the towel and didn't bother to even study for final exams.
One week before graduation I received a call informing me I would graduate. Whomever told
me I wouldn't was mistaken and I passed my classes. About this time, I'm sure I heard the
theme music from the twilight zone playing in the background. This had to be a mistake or a sick prank.At my graduation practice they announced how I was told about not graduating.Even to the point of having, my class schedule set up for the next year.
After graduating,I soon discovered a very different fight ahead of me. A fight that would make my experiences in school look like a Sunday afternoon picnic. I found that my past would prove to haunt my life. I starting developing serious emotional and mental problems. Among them depression and schizophrenia.I was also paranoid and didn't trust anyone. I also discovered what the years of problems in school stole from
me. Common, basic knowledge that everyone has just from being alive.
The outlook for my life was pretty ugly. Many predicted I would end up in a mental institution on medication.
At best, I would never drive a car, hold down a job, or be independent. Unfortunately, for the predictors I had a relationship with God built on believing His word. I rejected these predictions out-right and pledged to overcome.I found myself being accused of living in denial, being unrealistic and not living in reality.
Even with all of this, I still found myself being used by God in powerful ways. Everything from taking the gospel to the streets to rising up defending retarded citizens.Within the last two years, I answered God's call again and became my mom's advocate when she was being neglected in a nursing home. I also must give God praise and glory for how He used me on the internet to touch people with my poetry.
The years came and went and I shattered every one of those predictions. Even more found myself being delivered and healed of the emotional and mental problems. These victories didn't come without a price or making sacrifices found only in the scriptures. Having to choose between God and the pressures to lay down. I watched my freedoms as a human being get taken away. Then the enemy launched his final attack on my life by accusing me of being a threat to society.Only
by divine intervention did I escape being put in jail. I found myself in the middle of circumstances only found in scripture.
The devil came after me with everything he had and was unable to defeat me. Jesus fought the battle and gave me the victory.