Hello all,
I want to share something very personal with you about myself.
To start out. I was adopted.
I never knew my father (Jim Christi), he had a relationship with my biological mother (Pam Fryerson) which decided for whatever reason to give me up for adoption. I was adopted into a family that are descendants of the Levite Jews (the priesthood linage).
I was a crack addict for about 11 years. I would lend out my car for crack. I was a bisexual crackhead prostitute. I was working fulltime and smoking the rest of the time. Well, i was returning home one day 32 miles away on foot with no car and no money after days of smoking and committing abominations. I hated myself, and being married and having children i really felt hollow from my own doing and misery. Crying, praying, and walking home, in the middle of my prayer, a young woman in a brand new '00 Toyota Camry stopped her car aprx. 50 feet away and walked to me to tell me God told her to stop and give me a ride home...
2007-02-09
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