They took me to the dessert out in Tucson, AZ and tried to make me dig a hole. They were going to bury me in the hole. So I told them; “Kill me and dig it yourself.”
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
Bam! They hit me in the face with this metal baseball bat. They asked me again; “Give us your money! Give us your money!”
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.
I slept in the car one night with my newborn baby. That was one of those “God, why me” moments.
"I almost feel completely empty, completely drained, completely freed of everything that had held me back before."
I Got out of my truck and walked towards the shack. As I stepped up to the door it opened about an inch, and a double barrel shotgun stuck out of the door. At about that time I wondered if God knew what he was doing.
I know now that whatever dad has done in the past, he’s just as human as I am. Whatever my mom has done in the past, she’s just as human as I am. So there’s no reason to walk around with hate and anger towards them; withholdi...