Here is some of my salvation story. My dad invited me down to live with him again, when I was about 17, he had given up Christianity and wanted me to work in his new age crystal store along with my twin brother. We ended up running away about a half a year later because he moved us up into a trailer all by ourselves miles away from him and the rest of the family. We lived on the streets of California for a couple of years and got into drugs and trouble. My twin brother ended up in jail and was told by a gang that he had to shave his head pierce his eyebrow and become their female to put it lightly. He started crying in his cell and saying out loud he might as well kill himself then he started praying. He heard his name called three times but the guards said they had not called him. Then a tract was shoved under his door that said I love you Jeramiah right in the text like it was printed like that he was transferred the next day. He told me the story and after that my life was Gods.
