My Testimony

I was born in a small town called Hanford in California in April of 1983. I was the firstborn of my siblings and while my mom was pregnant with me my dad who didn't want children tried to force my mom to abort me. I ended up being born three months early and died twice after birth. I was able to be revived but the doctors told my mom as my dad was unhappy that I pulled through that I was going to be special needs and that I was not going to make it to age 30. Two weeks later after being monitored in the hospital I was allowed to go home and soon after my dad tried to kill me by stuffing me into a dryer but he got caught by my grandmother. A year later after my brother was born my dad abandoned us and was never heard from again. My mom eventually moved on to a guy named Ernesto who was nice at first but then he showed his true colors and he beat me senseless every single day and sexually abused me. My mom eventually had him arrested and it was then she found out he was a married man. A year later she got with a man named Dimitri and he also was very cruel to me as he would have my mom make him good meals while I was forced to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches only. He and my mom eventually broke up and I was taken from my mom and sent to different foster homes due to a false report of kidnapping and in those homes I was abused further as my foster parents were racist. I eventually went back home but I was emotionally scarred and my mom didn't help as she got involved in gangs and drugs and shunned me every chance she got. She eventually got arrested and became sober but her bitterness towards me never left so I was always the outcast even to the point she said she wished I was never born. I eventually went to live with my grandparents and was treated kindly by them but my uncle who lived with them treated me poorly as he was always calling me idiot and stupid every day and always getting angry at me for the simplest things including getting something to eat. This went on for many years and eventually I turned to alcohol and started hanging out with pagans and satanists and eventually started doing the things they do as they made me feel like I belonged. When I was in my last year of high school my grandfather passed away two weeks before my 17th birthday and I started to realize life is short but I did not change my ways. I tried going back to Catholicism but I was always shunned there so I tried other buildings but never seemed to belong so I kept drinking and went through many failed relationships one of which almost killed me. Eventually I got tired of being hurt, angry, bitter, and depressed and decided it was time to go but then someone came to me the minute I was going to take myself out and at first I resisted them but two weeks later I went with them and that night I gave my life to the Father and never looked back.