When I turned 17 I remember I was going through a lot. My father was gone for a year; I was still trying to get along without my only male influence. My family was in shambles, my sister in college, and my mother becoming an alcoholic. Not caring for much I didn’t know what to do anymore I wavered in my own faith in God. On the brink of insanity I spent a lot of time away from home and was hanging out with someone that was a complete loser (at the time I knew it, I really didn’t care), I didn’t feel I deserved any better.
This whole phase went on for six months. Until one night!
We were hanging out in his basement, listening to music and partying. It was 8:15 p.m. He pulled out some weed and I went to get a bowl when I noticed a bible sitting there. I laughed to myself thinking, “What a bunch of crap!” when the room got extremely hot. It was July so that was expected. He then came out of the bathroom and complained about a headache. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. I started to sweat as I opened up a side door to let some fresh air in. Then I heard some weird groaning noises and I looked at him and his face was beet red. I poked at him and asked if he was all right. He didn’t answer me but instead shot up to sitting position and his eyes opened only revealing the whites of his eyes. I started to get very worried. I went to get out of the house when the door slammed shut (could’ve been the wind!) and then he started to speak to me in a low monotone voice. I will never forget what he said word for word. Before I start the conversation, this guy has never spoken this way before! I knew he was completely gone!
Him: Do you know why I sit before you?”
Me: No
Him: Your pain and trouble have brought me here.
Me: Why?
Him: When someone loses all hope I come.
Me: How did you know that?
Him: I know all!
Me: (at this point I was freaking out) Are you here to hurt me?
Him: Right now I am not strong enough but I will be. Our paths will cross again when I am in full power and the suffering will begin.
After that was said he fell over and the room cooled up a lot. He came to and didn’t know when he came to the couch I didn’t even say a word except. “I have to go, talk to you later.” (that was the last time I hung out with him) I got in my car and started to drive, no direction just driving. All the time thinking, "What the hell was that, Who was it, Why me?" Answering all questions to myself, "A demon, the devil, what did I do? Then all of sudden my tire blew out and I managed to stop the car before barreling into a tree. I got out and sat on the hood of the car and debating changing the tire or waiting for help. When I look up and saw that there was a full moon. Then I noticed a beam of light and followed it to a church right near my car. I walked over and went in. I sat in a back pew for what felt for hours and just tried to better myself. I cried and cried and finally realized that I am going to be all right and nothing can threaten that. With that, and from that day on nothing will EVER make me falter again!
