“I used to live in the dump, where my life was enslaved by drugs and alcoholism. Little by little, I started to die inside and out.
I began to live a life of depression and becoming emotionally disconnected from everything. In a very short time, my life began to sink to the bottom. With bad decisions, and lack of discernment, I lost my children and ended up working for very dangerous people. When I no longer could stand working with them, I told them that I wanted out! They without any warning, decided to kill me by setting my house on fire, as I was sleeping. But what they didn’t know was that, at that very moment, God’s hand was upon me.
People came running to help me, and as they pulled me out of the house, I was not breathing and when the paramedics arrived, they had pronounced me dead. But even in my unconsciousness, I cried out to God: “Give me one more chance.”
For some reason I woke up in the hospital where I had first and third-degree burns, my hand was nearly destroyed, and the doctors were considering amputating it. I told God that if He allowed me to keep my hand, I would use it to praise Him and give glory and honor to His name.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I returned to the dump. Pastor Julián began taking me to the hospital to treat my burns, but even then, I continued living the same lifestyle.
