Leftists are so proud of their "rescue" dogs that they have to let everyone know that their dogs are from a pound. It makes me sick. I always want to ask them were there rescue kids are.
I'm a recovered Alcoholic and drug addict. My house was taken over by a bunch of meth addicts. One of them had a friend that had a 10 year old son that she babysat sometimes. Her friend had lost the trailer he was living in and was staying in a cardboard box next to some railroad tracks. He brought his son over for her to babysit.
The kids dad ended up in jail. Shortly after that, I started using meth myself. I went downhill fast. A few months latter, I lost my job. About 6 months after that, I hit bottom and went running back to the LORD. I kicked out all of the druggies. The kid stayed with me. He was 11 then. I had no job, no money, and was going to be losing my house. I didn't care. I was going to be his foster dad. I had faith that GOD would provide and He did. I sometimes had to take him to the food line for dinner, but we never went hungry. My son is now 38 and very base.
What makes me sad is that people find my story remarkable as if I did something amazing. As far as I am concerned, I'm just being human, as GOD intended.
I believe that we are guided to make choices that were designed for us, a mission so to speak. Everything happens for a reason. If you look at life like that then you can always turn bad things into necessary evils or to get to good, or walking through the darkness in order to see the light.
Leftists are so proud of their "rescue" dogs that they have to let everyone know that their dogs are from a pound. It makes me sick. I always want to ask them were there rescue kids are.
I'm a recovered Alcoholic and drug addict. My house was taken over by a bunch of meth addicts. One of them had a friend that had a 10 year old son that she babysat sometimes. Her friend had lost the trailer he was living in and was staying in a cardboard box next to some railroad tracks. He brought his son over for her to babysit.
The kids dad ended up in jail. Shortly after that, I started using meth myself. I went downhill fast. A few months latter, I lost my job. About 6 months after that, I hit bottom and went running back to the LORD. I kicked out all of the druggies. The kid stayed with me. He was 11 then. I had no job, no money, and was going to be losing my house. I didn't care. I was going to be his foster dad. I had faith that GOD would provide and He did. I sometimes had to take him to the food line for dinner, but we never went hungry. My son is now 38 and very base.
What makes me sad is that people find my story remarkable as if I did something amazing. As far as I am concerned, I'm just being human, as GOD intended.
I believe that we are guided to make choices that were designed for us, a mission so to speak. Everything happens for a reason. If you look at life like that then you can always turn bad things into necessary evils or to get to good, or walking through the darkness in order to see the light.