In this picture I was really screwed up. I could hardly remember who I was. Yea, tried to die twice more. God would not let me come back. Said it was his decision when I could return and to go back and discover my Manifest Destiny. He seemed to think that I needed a good verbal ass chewing. He told me to quit feeling sorry for myself and get up off the hospital bed. He was a bit ticked off that I did not pray for help from my father.
