My father took a baseball bat from the corner of the room and started beating my mother over the head, face, and upper body. The darkest day of my life was the day they lowered her body into the ground.
In the third grade I didn’t know how to spell tadpole. For every letter I missed my dad would whip me across my back with a leather belt until I would bleed.
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
By the time I was nineteen, I was extremely bitter, angry, volatile … violent. I had become a kleptomaniac I was addicted to stealing everything around me. I was heavily on drugs and had really pushed everybody out of ...
When I was about twelve or thirteen years old I heard my grandfather say, “The only good white man is a dead one.”
Johnny's Family disowned him. He felt "snakes" enter his stomach after hooking up with the 666 tattoo woman. The jail preacher, unaware, pointed at his stomach. "You are released from that curse!" he said. Johnny could finall...
My name is Dr. Nikki Velasco. I am an Assistant Professor of Research Methods and Statistics. I was raised by a single mom, not from the United States, who has been married many times and has some sad patterns when it comes t...
I was realizing that more of my identity was wrapped up in the NFL and in quarterbacking than in who God says I am, my worst moment of life converted to my very best moment of life in a matter of fifteen seconds.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
I was the sixth of seven children. I was molested from the time I was two or three years old until I was six or seven.