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Drug Dealer Turned Disciple
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It's easy to get comfortable doing things we shouldn't. Well, I got comfortable going in and out of jail.
I didn't sell drugs to make money. I sold to support my drug habit. Cocaine, heroin, methamphetamines, you name it. There just wasn't enough out there for me. For over 30 years, my lifestyle was my way or no way.
Eventually, though, a parole officer almost caught me drinking at a halfway house. I was on high-control, so that would mean an automatic return to prison for me.
Normally, I never got scared to go back into prison. Just a few days before that, I was speeded up, cussing out officers in a police station! But this time, holding that beer, it scared me because I didn’t want to go back. When the parole officer didn't catch me, I prayed "God, if you’re for real, get me into the rescue mission in the morning, and I will give my life to you."
And He did....
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