Post by Satirist (Ryan) on Mar 15, 2007 17:52:25 GMT -5
Rewrote it for you guys
When I was thirteen years of age I fell into some pretty bad habits. I grew up being taught to be a good person, and to always follow the word of God. However, once I got into school I found it to be harder then anyone could have told me. I was lonely, and unwanted it seemed. Nobody liked me nor talked to me in a kind manner. In eighth grade I met someone who showed an interest in me. Someone who I believed was my friend, little did I know that he was just using me. He taught me to steal and many other disgusting habits. I got into many things that I shouldnt have, drinking, and drugging. I found a crowd that accepted me through this and for the first time I felt accepted. I spent the following year getting deeper and deeper into trouble. I was almost expelled a few dozen times and my mom was almost over the edge. I was disrespectful to everyone I met, and blamed God for all my problems. I slipped into Atheism and became very racist. I started hanging out with some older people who were into the Neo-Nazi thing, and through them I made many mistakes. I finally had a bit of good luck in meeting what seemed to be a good person. Her name is not important but I really respected her. I had a crush on her for a while and I always tried to better myself when she was around. To shorten the story lets jump towards the end, I had gone downtown to get some stuff with my friends and she called around and found out where we were going. She came and she got me out of there, luckly for me because the people I was with that day are either in jail or dead right now. I wanted to change, I wanted help, and I was determined to get it. So with her help I started to search for God, I always found it to be a somewhat bad reason to develop faith. Though there is no such thing, I kind of fell into my faith chasing a girl. A lot of stuff happend between us, some good, most bad. Near the end of our relationship I realised that she wasnt there to save me completely she was there to push me up to the bottom level and that I had to work my way up from there. I then started, for about a year I was very close to God and did very well with rebuilding my life. I then broke down again for a summer, and came near close to the bottom again. Then I realised that it wasnt the life I wanted and began on the right track again. I thank and praise God everyday for the gift he gave me, a reason to live. I hope never to return to where I was before and I work everyday to better myself.
Well that basicly my story in a nutshell(hope it was coherent) I've come quite a way and am moving forward with every moment.
Thank you for reading and God bless you all in everything you do.
-Ryan-
When I was thirteen years of age I fell into some pretty bad habits. I grew up being taught to be a good person, and to always follow the word of God. However, once I got into school I found it to be harder then anyone could have told me. I was lonely, and unwanted it seemed. Nobody liked me nor talked to me in a kind manner. In eighth grade I met someone who showed an interest in me. Someone who I believed was my friend, little did I know that he was just using me. He taught me to steal and many other disgusting habits. I got into many things that I shouldnt have, drinking, and drugging. I found a crowd that accepted me through this and for the first time I felt accepted. I spent the following year getting deeper and deeper into trouble. I was almost expelled a few dozen times and my mom was almost over the edge. I was disrespectful to everyone I met, and blamed God for all my problems. I slipped into Atheism and became very racist. I started hanging out with some older people who were into the Neo-Nazi thing, and through them I made many mistakes. I finally had a bit of good luck in meeting what seemed to be a good person. Her name is not important but I really respected her. I had a crush on her for a while and I always tried to better myself when she was around. To shorten the story lets jump towards the end, I had gone downtown to get some stuff with my friends and she called around and found out where we were going. She came and she got me out of there, luckly for me because the people I was with that day are either in jail or dead right now. I wanted to change, I wanted help, and I was determined to get it. So with her help I started to search for God, I always found it to be a somewhat bad reason to develop faith. Though there is no such thing, I kind of fell into my faith chasing a girl. A lot of stuff happend between us, some good, most bad. Near the end of our relationship I realised that she wasnt there to save me completely she was there to push me up to the bottom level and that I had to work my way up from there. I then started, for about a year I was very close to God and did very well with rebuilding my life. I then broke down again for a summer, and came near close to the bottom again. Then I realised that it wasnt the life I wanted and began on the right track again. I thank and praise God everyday for the gift he gave me, a reason to live. I hope never to return to where I was before and I work everyday to better myself.
Well that basicly my story in a nutshell(hope it was coherent) I've come quite a way and am moving forward with every moment.
Thank you for reading and God bless you all in everything you do.
-Ryan-
