Growing up in a normal childhood I remember talking to God at a very young age. I also remember dreaming of hell. Talking to God was easy. The part of hell scared me beyond words. I had a wonderful loving mother and father. Years later a baby sister who I adored. Times were hard but I never knew it as my parents gave to us instead of getting themselves. They worked hard, sacrificed, had us in church and loved us more than we could imagine.
My husband was hospitalized for three (3) years in a psychiatric hospital. He was an alcoholic for many, many years. He decided to quit “cold turkey!” I watched him for six (6) months “going downhill!” And “going downhill” is a gross understatement! He wouldn’t eat. I, also, had to force feed him. I bought him Ensure to drink and the doctors at the hospital told me that I kept him alive re: the Ensure.
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