A real miracle that happened to me.

What to do when you feel like there is no reason to even live:You know the situation, you wake up at the crack of dawn after 6 hours of sleep with no dreams, ride a bus that takes you all over town to go 1 mile, stopping at peoples houses to pass time, go to school so the atheist regime can fill your head up with their rules, work 8 hours with no pay or reward (not even minimum wage) while others throw gum in your hair and laugh at you while you get punished for self-defense, get your rights (they call them priveledges) taken away time after time for something you can't help yourself from doing, and coming home to a sibling that taunts you so you can do your 3 hours of homework so you can go to bed to start the cycle over again....Why did I even get out of bed? I'll tell you why I did....

I had a omen that something better was about to come. Many times I wanted to die, I would think about it often but never get around to doing it, later once I found God, I found this Bible passage which tells just how I felt back then :  Revelation 9:6 "And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them" For some reason I couldn't figure out how I would kill myself with the least pain. I just thought that if I were to die, the only way anyone would notice my absence is that there is one less person to torment. I wasn't too religious (but I wasn't Athiest) until sometime in December 2000....

And now, the good news for those who might entertain the idea of worshipping God...

...When I got out of 12th grade in high school, I somehow ended up not getting my diploma and was forced into what we shall call "The Retard Grade". They put me in The Retard Grade to keep me busy, I didn't need it for anything. Then in December 2000, I went to bed after school and had a dream that I was flying higher and higher until I heard a voice, I asked "Are you God?" He said that he was, and I asked Him if I had to worry about my future, he said that I didn't have to worry at all. The VERY NEXT DAY I went to The Retard Grade and remembered that I didn't get the 874 form signed. This stupid form is just a "Yeah, Dad's still breathing" type sign and return form so the school can get an extra buck.  The worst part is that you have to get it signed every stinking year! 13 times was one too many and I threw a temper tantrum when the teacher asked me for the 874 form, I ripped it out of the teacher's hand and gave her a paper cut. I was then sent home and went to the hospital where I got the right medication, and when I got back from the hospital 2 weeks later I didn't have to go to The Retard Grade again. Ever since that time I only worked when I wanted to, I got friends, people treated me right, and basically my life turned around.

And all thanks to the God of Abraham/Allah/Jehovah and his son Jesus who got me out of the 13th grade so I wouldn't think suicidal thoughts again.

Death flees you for a reason: God thinks you are worth something, unlike other people on earth who need you only for their jollies. So don't kill yourself! Look for God and he will help you! And if you show at least some faith in Jesus, he'll get you to heaven sooner.

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