On my OwnAt the age of 15 I was out on my own. I was homeless, had been raped, lost a baby to adoption, suffered numerous illnesses, and even abuse. I faced death in the face over five times and swore each time I would never make it out alive but here I am today.
I stayed in numerous places, Houston, Dallas, Nacogdoches, Lufkin, San Antonio, Lake Jackson, Biloxi, Tyler, Gainesville. I never asked anyone for a dime, because I only wanted compassion, and understanding. So often people looked down on me as if I were less deserving than them. Probably assuming I was some sort of criminal deserving to be that way. I would have never wished being homeless on anyone but that was only the beginning of my dark years. I wouldn't turn my eyes to the cross for another 20 years despite the efforts of many to convert me to Christ. |