During a two year period I lost both parents, my grandmother, grandfather and was in a semi-truck wreck that took the life of another as well as my livelihood.
I was always trying to fill my life with people and hobbies to feel complete. I would be happy for a little while but never satisfied.
I could just tell there was something wrong, and that there was something I needed to do.
As a young boy I attended a funeral service for a relative. As I viewed the body, it frightened me to know that I would die one day.
I listened to his sermons for over a year before I realized I was a sinner and lost.
At the age of 11, a young boy about the same age who was part of a missionary family in China shared with my Sunday School class about accepting Christ as Savior.
I felt that I was in a living hell and words could never truly explain the mental pain I was in.