12 years ago, I was a bodyguard for a drug dealer. I'd spent the night before cleaning my bullets, so I could go to a nearby town and kill a bunch of child molesters. I knew I could kill them, but also knew the police would eventually kill me. I felt bad, because I didn't care enough about the consequences to stop. I felt like I was on a runaway train that was going to crash, but I didn't know how to get off. As the sun came up, the bad feeling grew so strong I couldn't stand it anymore longer. I walked outside onto the front porch. Looking up at the sky, I raises my hands and said,"God, I don't know if you're real, but I'm sick unto death of this feeling. I'll give up these drugs, and the alcohol-even the cigarettes! Just take this misery from me, please!.". Instantly, I felt peace, which was overwhelming, because I'd never felt it before. I immediately ran down the street to Evaleen's house and asked her if she was going to church. She said yes, and took me with her that evening. I talked to a man there who told me about Jesus, and tears ran down my face as I believed in Him at that moment. A church in another state had been praying for me for days prior to this, and when my ex told me that I told her that theyd better stop, because it was hurting my heart. They didn't, of course.