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Where do I begin? Well let’s see, I was born in Mobile Alabama in 1980, to wonderful parents who did the best they could under the circumstances. My mom attended a church she had found as a teenager and my dad was going to please her. When I was 2, my dad had his second back surgery and had to quit his job.
We pretty much lost all our income at that point. My mom kept food on the table by raising and selling rabbits, which I of course named. We finally got on Disability and with his VA check managed to make ends meet.
When I was 2 my older brother, who was 7 started hitting me. That abuse continued until I was 12. He hit me for the last time. My parents could never control his anger, even though they tried. When I was 12, my brother was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and began getting treatments at a mental hospital.
When I was 13, I had to have surgery to remove a tumor from my left ovary. It turned out not to be cancer, for which I’m very thankful. It was about the size of a baseball and the good news is after the surgery I lost 35 lbs. As far as I know I can still have children, but only God knows if that is in my future or not.
In 1995 I attempted suicide twice in 2 weeks by taking a whole bottle of Prozac, which was 30 pills the first time and 60 the second. I never tried it again and it makes me sick to think about it now.
On November 2, 2001 (I was 21 at this time) my father wasn’t feeling well, so we called the ambulance, which we called several times before. My father has had at least 12 heart attacks and more than 20 strokes. We knew he was having a heart attack that day because we had gone through it so many times before. When he got to the hospital, the doctor told him his enzymes were high and if fact indicated he was close to having a heart attack.
They admitted him.
Please forgive me for I’m crying right now...
The next day my mom come home from work at McDonald’s and told me they had found my father in the floor at the hospital. He had had a massive heart attack and wasn’t expected to make it through the night. For the first time in a long time, I prayed, I prayed with all my heart and soul.
He survived that night, but was in a coma. A week into the coma, I knew he was going to die, so I asked my mom to take me to the hospital so I could say goodbye. I went to my room before we left and I took a piece of red paper and cut out a heart. On the heart, I wrote, “Dear God, please take of him for me.â€Â
I went to the hospital and said goodbye the only way I knew how. I told him what he missed on that soap opera he hated, lol. I pinned the heart to his hospital gown and kissed his cheek, then left.
Later that day, according to a nurse that told my mom, while still in the coma, my dad reached for the heart I had made for him. Three days later, he woke up.
He had severe brain damage and didn’t remember my mom or me. He couldn’t talk and I knew he was suffering. Two weeks after he woke up, I prayed for God to take him. That might sound harsh, but he was so miserable and I knew he was hurting. The day after Thanksgiving, November 23, 2001, my father went to be with God
My life changed drastically from that point on. Emotionally I was fine, because I knew my dad was in Heaven. Financially we were worse than poor, we lost my dad’s income and in the course of 2 years, I went through 2 job, my mom went through 4 and we filed for bankruptcy, almost lost our house. Her church stepped in briefly to help us, but then let us down spiritually.
I prayed for something to happen to turn everything around for my mom and me. We were fighting and still are in fact fighting with the VA about benefits owed to my mom as a survivor of a Veteran. She became sick and couldn’t work; I quit my job to take care of her. She went through having delusions, she lost 60 lbs in 2 months, and I saw her calling on Jesus for strength. Praise the Lord He answers prayers! She began improving and she has gained back most of the weight, good or bad, lol.
I started doing Bible Correspondence Courses through the mail with the Church of Christ and through those; I learned what Jesus did for me on Calvary. I wanted to be baptized, so I asked my teachers (I was doing 7 courses at the time) and they contacted a minister in my area on my behalf. My prayer for change came on June 14, 2005 when that minister came to my house. He talked with me about the gospel and asked if I understood it. I said I did. He asked if I wanted to be baptized. I said I did and my mom, he, and I drove to the church that day, which was a Tuesday. I was baptized that day and have been going to the Central Church of Christ ever since.
Before that day, I never thought I’d fall in love with a guy and get married someday. Now I’m in love and hoping it will lead to marriage. Never thought of having kids, but now I want them. Our finances improved drastically within a week of me being baptized. I was accepted into college online, at Axia College in Phoenix Arizona. I’m studying for my Associate degree in Criminal Justice, where I’ll either go straight into the University of Phoenix for by Bachelor’s degree or go ahead into the field of Forensics and become a real life CSI.
I think I covered everything, but if any of you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I’m here to make friends and by knowing my testimony, you all will feel closer to me.
God Bless You All.
In Christian love,
Brenda
We pretty much lost all our income at that point. My mom kept food on the table by raising and selling rabbits, which I of course named. We finally got on Disability and with his VA check managed to make ends meet.
When I was 2 my older brother, who was 7 started hitting me. That abuse continued until I was 12. He hit me for the last time. My parents could never control his anger, even though they tried. When I was 12, my brother was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and began getting treatments at a mental hospital.
When I was 13, I had to have surgery to remove a tumor from my left ovary. It turned out not to be cancer, for which I’m very thankful. It was about the size of a baseball and the good news is after the surgery I lost 35 lbs. As far as I know I can still have children, but only God knows if that is in my future or not.
In 1995 I attempted suicide twice in 2 weeks by taking a whole bottle of Prozac, which was 30 pills the first time and 60 the second. I never tried it again and it makes me sick to think about it now.
On November 2, 2001 (I was 21 at this time) my father wasn’t feeling well, so we called the ambulance, which we called several times before. My father has had at least 12 heart attacks and more than 20 strokes. We knew he was having a heart attack that day because we had gone through it so many times before. When he got to the hospital, the doctor told him his enzymes were high and if fact indicated he was close to having a heart attack.
They admitted him.
Please forgive me for I’m crying right now...
The next day my mom come home from work at McDonald’s and told me they had found my father in the floor at the hospital. He had had a massive heart attack and wasn’t expected to make it through the night. For the first time in a long time, I prayed, I prayed with all my heart and soul.
He survived that night, but was in a coma. A week into the coma, I knew he was going to die, so I asked my mom to take me to the hospital so I could say goodbye. I went to my room before we left and I took a piece of red paper and cut out a heart. On the heart, I wrote, “Dear God, please take of him for me.â€Â
I went to the hospital and said goodbye the only way I knew how. I told him what he missed on that soap opera he hated, lol. I pinned the heart to his hospital gown and kissed his cheek, then left.
Later that day, according to a nurse that told my mom, while still in the coma, my dad reached for the heart I had made for him. Three days later, he woke up.
He had severe brain damage and didn’t remember my mom or me. He couldn’t talk and I knew he was suffering. Two weeks after he woke up, I prayed for God to take him. That might sound harsh, but he was so miserable and I knew he was hurting. The day after Thanksgiving, November 23, 2001, my father went to be with God
My life changed drastically from that point on. Emotionally I was fine, because I knew my dad was in Heaven. Financially we were worse than poor, we lost my dad’s income and in the course of 2 years, I went through 2 job, my mom went through 4 and we filed for bankruptcy, almost lost our house. Her church stepped in briefly to help us, but then let us down spiritually.
I prayed for something to happen to turn everything around for my mom and me. We were fighting and still are in fact fighting with the VA about benefits owed to my mom as a survivor of a Veteran. She became sick and couldn’t work; I quit my job to take care of her. She went through having delusions, she lost 60 lbs in 2 months, and I saw her calling on Jesus for strength. Praise the Lord He answers prayers! She began improving and she has gained back most of the weight, good or bad, lol.
I started doing Bible Correspondence Courses through the mail with the Church of Christ and through those; I learned what Jesus did for me on Calvary. I wanted to be baptized, so I asked my teachers (I was doing 7 courses at the time) and they contacted a minister in my area on my behalf. My prayer for change came on June 14, 2005 when that minister came to my house. He talked with me about the gospel and asked if I understood it. I said I did. He asked if I wanted to be baptized. I said I did and my mom, he, and I drove to the church that day, which was a Tuesday. I was baptized that day and have been going to the Central Church of Christ ever since.
Before that day, I never thought I’d fall in love with a guy and get married someday. Now I’m in love and hoping it will lead to marriage. Never thought of having kids, but now I want them. Our finances improved drastically within a week of me being baptized. I was accepted into college online, at Axia College in Phoenix Arizona. I’m studying for my Associate degree in Criminal Justice, where I’ll either go straight into the University of Phoenix for by Bachelor’s degree or go ahead into the field of Forensics and become a real life CSI.
I think I covered everything, but if any of you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I’m here to make friends and by knowing my testimony, you all will feel closer to me.
God Bless You All.
In Christian love,
Brenda