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My name is Charles Dudrey the author of “Hell on Church Street” My story begins ten years before my birth with the life of my mother during the close of the great depression. At eight years old I was nearly beat to death by my father sending me to the hospital barely clinging to life with head trauma. 

The fall of the same year my mother was shot to death, murdered in the kitchen of our home.

The evil fortuneteller’s voice rang out, slicing me like a knife, cutting deep into my soul. "GIVE HER TO ME…IF SHE WAS ON MY SIDE, AND WORK WITH ME, WE CAN HAVE STRONGER POWER AND WORK MUCH EVIL AGAINST PEOPLE, WORKING CURSES.” He was looking at me with his dark, beady little eyes as if they were piercing right through me. I pulled back and held onto my mother’s hand tightly. I cried out, “No!” with a loud voice. My mother just stood there, saying nothing in my defense. The silence was loud. Why wasn’t my mother protecting me?

Recently my best friend, Penelope, posted her absolutely incredible testimony on this website about her healing from an 11-year addiction with masturbation and suggested I posted mine. My first thoughts were that I have had no KABOOOOOM of God in my life, so nothing interesting for anyone to read. Most of all, I’ve had no pretty conclusions, but I realised something even more hot than that. If you endure to the end of my life story, you shall find out what that is.

I’m Alberto, my life was filled with Drugs, Crime & Tragedies “Jesus has Changed my life”

I was born in a poor area of Mexico City to a family with an abusive father, my parents divorced when I was 3yrs old, I'm the only boy between 4 sisters. 

My mother took my sisters & I to live with her sister who was married and had same amount of kids on her own, we lived in a 2 room house a small kitchen the 2nd room was a small 5x5 meters where we all lived, 10kids & 3 adults, my bed was a small piece of carpet for 4yrs.

By: Bunny Klassen

I started my life unwanted, the product of a relationship my mother had between marriages. I took my first beating at 10 months old at the hands of the babysitter my mother had boarded me with. Shortly thereafter my half sister, (who was 2 years older than me), was kidnapped by her father from my grandmother's house while my mother was out shopping. My grandfather accepted money to help her father and held my grandmother at gun-point so he could take her.  

The Cheryl Barber Story
 

Editorial Note:  Parts of what Laura is about to share here may well offend some.  However, we believe the Lord is prompting her to do so to help other women and men who have had things happen to them that they feel are just too "private" to share with anyone.  Almost always, we grow up to become emotionally stunted adults to one degree or another due to our past, when we keep bottled up inside ourselves past traumatic experiences ...

by: A. Bowen

I am writing this testimony as a way of expressing thanks to Jesus and all of you who prayed for me all over the country and in places like Australia! Praise God for His mercy, Love and other Christians! Also, I pray that my testimony will touch another's life so that they may RECOGNISE, KNOW and FEEL the Love of the Lord Jesus Christ not for my glory, but for HIS!

My name is Carolyn Jean Combs Sneed. I am no one extremely special, but I am a child of the most high God. My husband Bill and I became born again Christians at the dining room table of our best friends. That day was the beginning of a wonderful relationship with our Savior. We all rejoiced and our friends told us that God's hand is on us now. But I believe God's hand was on me long before that cool day in October of 1987. I believe God's hand was on me before I was born. My mother and father were James Combs and Irene (Gates) Combs.