From the age of 17-20, I was extremely suicidal. Most people were unaware of this because I hid my inner turmoil behind a big smile. But the pain was real and it eventually became more than I could bear…..
It saddens me to say that I’ve seen people who participated in that very same event that I participated in, 25 years ago, pass judgment on people who are simply speaking up for their right to breathe.
Words Kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit – you choose.
Proverbs 18:21 (MSG)
My adventures in cyberspace have led to some amazing connections. This past year, I had the privilege of meeting a fellow life coach and soul-sister, Jena Harris. Recently she gave me the honor being her guest on her Soulfood Sundays podcast.
I pulled over to a side street when I heard the tire pop. Although I was still close to the main road, I wanted to be out of the way of traffic. Countless cars passed by without a care in the world. Where I’m originally from, we usually roll down the window and offer help, when we see someone stopped on the side of the road. That wasn’t the case in the city.
My initial reaction was nausea… then the nausea was followed by deep sorrow…. My heart hurt for this young man. I’m almost sure that he was completely blind-sighted by the backlash caused by his shirt. I’m positive that all he wanted to do was share the gospel. Instead, he was tar and feathered by two bitter crows.