Because of my alcoholic lifestyle I couldn’t hold a job. My family was devastated by my drinking. After my father’s death, my mom developed cancer. While on her death bed, I came to her bedside drunk. As she passed away, I wasn’t conscience enough to say my goodbyes.
The apartment that my parents left for me I sold for alcohol. Without a home or a job my sister took me in. But, since they had five children they couldn’t care for me. I was a burden, so, I decided to leave. But, I didn’t have anywhere to go. I didn’t have anything to eat. So, I started to steal and beg for food. On night I remember sleeping in a hole dug by some animal. I almost lost my feet due to frost bite.
I lived in a manholes for four years. One summer I gathered mushrooms and berries, and I fished. I sold all for alcohol and some food. Winters were the toughest. So, I kept stealing and found myself constantly running from the police.
God’s hand of protection was on me through all the years of alcoholism, stealing and living on the street. I always had a feeling that somebody was providing me with strength to live even while in my sin. In 2003, God started leading me out of this dead-end life. Through the mercy of God I had a friend who invited me to stay in his home. Their neighbor was a small Godly woman who loved the Lord. She became my Spiritual mother. Her name was Luda. Later, she became the love of my life and my wife.
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