Posted by April
A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to share this on
Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001. His name
was Robert Matthews. These are his words:
A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to
have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her
sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my
wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both
heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire.
I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her
flight. Both very upset, we drove home.
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Monday, November 23, 2009
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My Story
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Posted by James
2008 what a year, and not so great for me. A few years ago my grandmother who raised me up passed away at our appartment, and sometime after that I moved north to Indiana and didnt really do what I had started out to and that was to make a life and let the past go. Last year I wasnt doing my goal, I was doing what I had to pay alot for, even almost my life. I started drinking, and not just a little drinking every weekend but more like everyday. I in the past had went to church and let Jesus in my heart, but when my mother like woman had left this earth I wasnt looking for help from god, but from the can. On May 10th 2008 I was at a night club till really late at night when they put me out onto a DUI Van which was to take me home. However the driver of this van put me out a few streets away from my home.
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2008 what a year, and not so great for me. A few years ago my grandmother who raised me up passed away at our appartment, and sometime after that I moved north to Indiana and didnt really do what I had started out to and that was to make a life and let the past go. Last year I wasnt doing my goal, I was doing what I had to pay alot for, even almost my life. I started drinking, and not just a little drinking every weekend but more like everyday. I in the past had went to church and let Jesus in my heart, but when my mother like woman had left this earth I wasnt looking for help from god, but from the can. On May 10th 2008 I was at a night club till really late at night when they put me out onto a DUI Van which was to take me home. However the driver of this van put me out a few streets away from my home.
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This is my story.... (AKA, my "testimony"-- if I HAVE to use that word!)
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Posted by Lori
It always feels so weird, writing my "testimony." First of all, I don't like the word "testimony." But, I guess it just means, "This is my story." So, I'll go with that.
THIS IS MY STORY!
I was born in the church. Well, okay, not physically "born" IN the church-- my momma did not GIVE BIRTH to me on a red crushed-velvet pew cushion! However, I probably first started going to church with my mom and sister when I was about 2 years old. (Dad joined us a few months later, after showing up for his first church service on a motorcycle, drunk as a skunk! Now he's a deacon in that very same church-- so it all worked out well!)
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It always feels so weird, writing my "testimony." First of all, I don't like the word "testimony." But, I guess it just means, "This is my story." So, I'll go with that.
THIS IS MY STORY!
I was born in the church. Well, okay, not physically "born" IN the church-- my momma did not GIVE BIRTH to me on a red crushed-velvet pew cushion! However, I probably first started going to church with my mom and sister when I was about 2 years old. (Dad joined us a few months later, after showing up for his first church service on a motorcycle, drunk as a skunk! Now he's a deacon in that very same church-- so it all worked out well!)
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