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Just a couple of years ago I was in the middle of a gang war. There was a lot of bloodshed on both sides. One kid lost his life after being stabbed in the heart. Three individuals were, subsequently, charged with his murder. I myself was stabbed in my face just a few inches shy of my temple. I was rushed to an outside hospital where the doctors had to perform surgery. As I lay there on that operating table, I wasn’t thinking about the pain. My only thought was getting back to the jail and continuing the war.

Okay, so let me back up some. I have been a believer in Christ since I was 16 years old. But, at age 18, my grandfather passed away. I was angry at God and rebelled. I started studying the occult, which led me to the Church of Satan. I started practicing magic and soon was lost in the dark arts. Then I married a woman who was Wiccan.

I am a 47-year-old male and I have been a drug addict since age 14. I have been married twice and have three children and four grand children. And, although I am in prison, I know that I have people who love me. 

In saying this, I have been in prison most of my life, with this being my eighth time back there. But, for the first time in my life, I've found true love in Jesus. 

I love Thanksgiving and Christmas, too, don't get me wrong. I enjoy baking pumpkin pies, choosing gifts for our daughters, knitting Shawn his annual pair of socks and decorating the fireplace mantle with sparkling lights and green boughs with red berries. But let's be honest. The holidays are exhausting! Today, I begin my much-needed recouping period.