Twelve years ago, I was given five years to live. They said; “Tim, you have an incurable cancer and we will see you on Monday.” That was the most sobering time of my life.
My healing has come over time, and is still continuing today.
I was illiterate. I couldn’t read until the seventh grade. I had a speech impediment. I was mocked through school. I wore hand-me-down clothes. But in the seventh grade .....
I looked down and my knuckles were bleeding. I had decided at that point and time that I was going to commit suicide.
I’m cool with being a janitor right now. I don’t know about the rest of my life.