I'm not new, just forgotten, some of my story: When I was 20 months old my father killed my mother, she died at age 21 in 1964. My mothers, mom took me and did the best she could being a alcoholic. I was in the room when it happened, she had her back to him, getting me ready to go over her friends house. my mom's mother tolled me one story, But when I was 26 years old, my moms friend tolled me the true story of how they found me playing, covered head to toe in my moms blood. I was abused a lot as a child. I quit school 9th grade, got a job at a clothing factory,in south NJ. That's were I met a sweet lady, that for 2 weeks tried telling me about Jesus. And for 2 weeks, I put her off, till one day I got to work, and just like other days, she talked about Jesus, but this time her words HIT me. And at the age of 18 I came to know Christ as my savior, that was 24 years ago. most of my family is with the Lord, I know, I told them about Jesus and they took him by faith, and the finished work, of what he did on the cross. Today I have a prison ministry, mostly death row, and them doing life. I started the ministry after having my little girl that had 8 brain surgeries starting at age 5 months, now shes 7 years old and doing great. This is just a small part of what God has blessed me through. Thank you Lord! For most of you that know the story about my father killing my mother, I never told you what happened to my father. When I was a young teenager, 13 or 14, I wanted to do to him what he did to my mother. As I got older, people talked me out of it. I had a lot of questions and most of my family was dead. So I went back to the courts and found some old records that led to newspaper clippings. The papers said he was supposed to get no more than 25 years and no less than 20 years. He was out in about 13. I had the chance to witness to him (tell him about Jesus) and he didn’t want to hear it. So I just left him some tracts and told him to read them in his spare time. He moved up to Portland, Maine (from NJ) wanting to start his life over. His record dated back to being a juvenile. One night he was flashing around 1500 dollars to a co-worker who was also a drug addict, and the addict asked my dad if he could borrow some money. My dad said no because he already owed him money as it was. The addict pulls out a knife and cuts my dad’s juggler vein, throws a pillow over his head, then stabs him two times in the heart. This happened just before that 25 years would have been up. So where man failed God took care of it and saw that justice was done. I was not saved when I was thinking of doing that to my dad, he took my mom away from me. age 18 I got saved, and the Lord gave me the understanding, of how my dad was in foster-homes as a child, that's how I was able to forgive him, and tell him about Jesus. The Lord took away the hurt, and gave me Acts 16:31b- thou shalt be saved, and THY HOUSE.