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when my 2 drug addicted brothers murdered some person...
my family and myself were in the depths of hell..
my parents lost everything, paying for lawyers and ended up in a divorce
the rest of us were scattered around , suspose till things settled but we never did get our lives back as a family,
we just ended up making new ones and now we are doing really well.. the rest of us are ok... but it took over 15 years to get that way

2007-02-15 03:07:21 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Someone I loved very much had the nerve to wrap his hands around my neck. (That was over 8 years ago) I realized things were better about 6 months after that incident when I was in a different city, healing, done with him, moving on and although my heartbreak was still there a little, a good friend told me to "look forward, don't look back," and I did just that. Life couldn't be sweeter.
I wonder if he knows that he was the source of the lowest point(s) of my life. Our relationship was toxic, but I don't hate him. Forgiveness is so vital to happiness.

2007-02-15 11:04:09 · answer #2 · answered by Sleek 7 · 0 0

Laying on the floor with a chunk of heroin draining down the back of my nose wondering without caring whether I would be waking up the next day. At that point it was time for a new setting. I moved in with some friends and began cleaning up (this was REALLY hard). After 3 months (when I started rationalizing the possibility for another small amount), I moved in with my parents... I now have a real job and I've been off the smack ever since.

2007-02-15 11:13:52 · answer #3 · answered by B-Hole 2 · 0 0

I was at my lowest when I realized I was an alcoholic, and my wife had the locks changed on the house one evening I was out getting plastered, and my two daughters from a previous marriage didn't want to talk to me any more. I realized I was back when after getting help quitting the booze, I was welcomed back home by my wife, who never gave up on me. I have truly found the Lord, and now things are great.

2007-02-15 11:08:35 · answer #4 · answered by The Count 7 · 0 0

I was homeless in 1990 with eighty five cents in my pocket. It was February in Canada. It was really cold and I had no hat, gloves, proper coat, or boots. I had to hitchhike two hundred and fifty kilometers to get to a City of millions of People to try and find a friend who might allow me to sleep on the living room floor. I felt pretty low. I knew every thing was going to be okay when I hooked up with my Buddy and His Girlfriend said it was cool if I stayed with them for a while. I was given a T shirt to change with while I washed the only clothing I had, what I was wearing. I still have it. It's black and the lettering on it says "God rides a Harley." Good times ever since and I've never looked over my shoulder!

2007-02-15 11:07:36 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

Lowest point-when Governor Pataki put a 5 yr limit on welfare. Highest point-when learned to stop time by watching Star Trek Nect Generation-can now get guberment cheese forever!

2007-02-15 13:20:50 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

the lowest point in my life:

Not being treated fair, by people who use your inexperienced knowledge.

They are bad people.

.. I will be back! Life is not fair

2007-02-15 11:07:23 · answer #7 · answered by Doo.ri 3 · 0 0

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