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poetofparables
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About four years ago after a friend and I left our apartments to go out we were met by a young woman who was crying at one of our neighbours doors. So we asked her what was wrong, she told us she was homeless and living in her car. She also told us she was from outer state and pregnant as well, so my friend and I talked about what we should do. You see the both of us were addicts and having a vulnerable pregnant woman in our home could turn our already upside down lives more upside down. So we needed more time to think things through, so we took her mobile number and let her go. That night my friend and I stayed up talking about what to do for her, as the night grew late each of us began our campaign how our brand of Jesus would save her. Soon a fight broke out and I kicked my friend out for suggesting if she lived with him she would have to go to his church. I knew then if this woman fell victim to our company she would be in serious trouble of having God forced on to her. That night I worried what to do, but the next day I had a plan, I decided to ring the only normal christian family I knew and ask them to help this woman. Reluctantly they accepted and I notifed the girl straight away, thankfully these christians didnt force God on to her and just helped her. I have no idea where she is today, but I can't help crying when I think about how shameful I was.
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