12/13/2003 | Share this article:sent in by Loren Charles Estes,III
Where to begin? This is the shortest as well as the longest story of my life. I was raised as a Christian. I was also raised in a very emotionally mixed up family with a lot of anger thrown in for good measure. It wasn't all bad, I had brothers and a sister. I'm the oldest of 6 kids. I had a father and mother that did the best that they could, though I would say they were not really prepared to have the family they had. I considered myself to be the one who would be most likely to be the Christian we had all hoped we would be. You know working with those less able to look after themselves. Nothing wrong with that really except that it really got in the way of me growing up to be me. I mean I had my life mapped out by everyone who had charge over me and no one thought about my thoughts on the subject at all. Well that didn't sit well with me and by the time I had been though 3 major religious shifts I was 17 and had had enough. But I still had all the fear that was burned into my mind to deal with. That my friends would take many years to figure out. I mean once you leave the Christian nest of your own accord you will get no help. So I spent 1/2 my life doing things that I thought would help me grow to be the person I am today.
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