I never realized how damaging addictions could be. I thought I had them under control, but they actually were controlling me, and destroying my family.
“Usually armed and dangerous” was the typical warning from the dispatcher to my arresting officer. It was probably true, too. I almost always carried loaded handguns on me, sometimes even toting a machine-gun under my coat. I needed the protection in the underworld as I was involved in transporting high volumes of drugs between suppliers and dealers.
My name is Pam Schlaner, and this is my story. My two sisters and I were raised by parents who wanted to give their children everything they did not have. The were both born in the depression years and grew up very poor. My dad succeeded in his goal, and we had a very good life, materially speaking. Along with that good life, though, was a selfishness and self-indulgence that almost destroyed my life.
My name is Elaine Kidd, and this is my story. I grew up on a farm and led a pretty sheltered life out in the country with very few neighbors. I was overweight and the world kept screaming at me that I had to lose weight. Thin was all that was acceptable. Needless to say I tried every fad diet that came down the road — with very little success. Tried as I might I just could not shed the weight. I almost came to the point of accepting the fact that I would never be thin.
I lived a life of enslavement to sin which dragged me through the pains of divorce, jail, addiction, and defeat. Many would have looked at my life and thought there was no hope for someone like me, but God lovingly kept getting my attention and finally set me free. My name is Jim Stuber, and this is my story.