"This man laid his hand on my forehead and I closed my eyes. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to feel, I kind of knew what I wanted to feel, I wanted everything bad I couldn't get out of my head to go away. I just wanted it to stop. He started praying in tongues and speaking over me and others joined in. My mother was also deep in prayer along with the whole congregation, what an amazing feeling, the holy spirit live and in person right here and now! Very safe and warm, a place I wouldn't have minded not leaving. The man started talking to me, "Your scared, he can't hurt you anymore. God loves you and you are here for a reason, you are going to help lots of women and others who have been through the same things you have been through." And that was it, that was all he said to me."

        When I started drinking alcohol and smoking weed when I was 12 years old I didn't know what the word addict meant. I knew what an alcoholic was and I knew what a stoner was because everyone drank and smoked. In those days’ drugs, i.e. Methamphetamine (also known as Crank, Speed and Ice), Cocaine (Crack), Heroin (Morphine), OxyContins, MDMA (Ecstasy), Inhalants (‘Sniffers’ suck in the aerosol from paint and other inhalants), were kept under raps and what was happening to the kids was not paid any attention to, everyone was sweeping it under the table because no one knew what to do about it. It came in so quick and messed up so many people it was like an atom bomb going off and killing out almost a whole generation.