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November 7, 2007, 8:58 pm PST

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I was a rebellious teen...  My parents were going through a divorce when I was 12, so by 13, I was doing my own thing, coming and going as I pleased.  My father told me a deep secret about his life and I didn't know how to handle that.  So for two months following, I ran away, snuck out of the house, and smoked pot, started smokiing cigarettes.  I really was a lost cause.  I had cousins's, aunt's and uncle's trying to talk to me but the main reason why I did all that was because my father was always absent.  He was absent in the beginning and whenever he was around, it was only to buy me stuff.  I had the best stuff a kid could ever want.  But having the best stuff doesn't bring happiness. Then he would be gone again.  My mother was a housewife so she was lonely and miserable.  I was so bad that when my father left to be with his girlfriend, I almost killed her, a few times.  I was even sent to the Philippines (that's what parents used to do when kids were bad, send them back to the homeland).  But I attempted to kill my step-mother then too.  I've seen many psychologists, psychiatrists, counselors, and went to a half-way house for run aways but I just ran away from there too.  But the biggest problem was that my parents never WENT with me to these doctor's.  They just dropped me off.  My father left, then when I turned 18, my mom finally kicked me out of the house.  I had nothing, no money, no job, no place to live, I was out on the streets.  Luckily I had friends to take me in and they made me go to church.  Well, at 23 I got pregnant, and I was living with her father then, trying to make things work.  But when that relationship took for the worse, I was back, alone, on my own, no place to live.  Until my cousin said to try something... to pray.  I figured I had nothing else to lose being 6 months pregnant, no job, no place to live, nothing...  So I prayed.  I'm 38 now, and I can't be anymore happier ever in my life now that I have Jesus Christ.  It was that day when I found God, I found me!  I feel their pain...I will be praying for Alex and her family... God bless! AT

AT, that is very deep.  I am sorry to hear that your teen years were so turbulent.  But I am so glad that you found comfort in prayer.  It gets us through times that we don't think we can handle. 

 

This poor girl, Alex, is suffering so much.  She needs all of our prayers.  On the one hand, she's experienced things that most adults have not.  On the other hand, she's a little girl with her finger in her mouth and her toes pointed in toward each other. 

 

I noticed that there was no talk of the father, and I'm sure that figures in to her situation.  Pray for the mom, too.  Whatever judgement you may make of her, she too needs prayers.

 
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November 8, 2007, 7:17 am PST

Finding Alex

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I was a rebellious teen...  My parents were going through a divorce when I was 12, so by 13, I was doing my own thing, coming and going as I pleased.  My father told me a deep secret about his life and I didn't know how to handle that.  So for two months following, I ran away, snuck out of the house, and smoked pot, started smokiing cigarettes.  I really was a lost cause.  I had cousins's, aunt's and uncle's trying to talk to me but the main reason why I did all that was because my father was always absent.  He was absent in the beginning and whenever he was around, it was only to buy me stuff.  I had the best stuff a kid could ever want.  But having the best stuff doesn't bring happiness. Then he would be gone again.  My mother was a housewife so she was lonely and miserable.  I was so bad that when my father left to be with his girlfriend, I almost killed her, a few times.  I was even sent to the Philippines (that's what parents used to do when kids were bad, send them back to the homeland).  But I attempted to kill my step-mother then too.  I've seen many psychologists, psychiatrists, counselors, and went to a half-way house for run aways but I just ran away from there too.  But the biggest problem was that my parents never WENT with me to these doctor's.  They just dropped me off.  My father left, then when I turned 18, my mom finally kicked me out of the house.  I had nothing, no money, no job, no place to live, I was out on the streets.  Luckily I had friends to take me in and they made me go to church.  Well, at 23 I got pregnant, and I was living with her father then, trying to make things work.  But when that relationship took for the worse, I was back, alone, on my own, no place to live.  Until my cousin said to try something... to pray.  I figured I had nothing else to lose being 6 months pregnant, no job, no place to live, nothing...  So I prayed.  I'm 38 now, and I can't be anymore happier ever in my life now that I have Jesus Christ.  It was that day when I found God, I found me!  I feel their pain...I will be praying for Alex and her family... God bless! AT
You are so right - until a person falls so low that they reach out to God who is the only person who can help there is no hope for them.  I hope that Alex comes to this realization before it is too late but no amount of money that Dr. Phil spends at this time is going to help her.  I feel that the vast resources that Dr Phil has would be better spend on someone who is ready for help.
 


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