From Opiate Addict to Helping Other Addicts – David’s Story

From Opiate Addict to Helping Other Addicts – David’s Story

Hello I’m David I am a 49 year old former opiate addict that has been healed by the blood that Jesus Christ shed on the cross. I grew up in the church going every Sunday and Wednesday, as well as attending Bible summer camp. If the doors were open, my brothers and I were there. At age 14 I grew away from the church when my Mom and Dad didn’t make us go anymore. Around that time I started drinking beer from my Dad’s refrigerator out in the garage. By the time I was 18 to 21 I was drinking until I blacked out, which I occasionally did until I was 36 and injured my back. At that time a doctor prescribed me pain pills and muscle relaxers and it was an instant love-hate relationship.

In 2003 while the war was about to start overseas in Iraq I took a job working for a contractor in Kuwait. Since then I have worked all over the Middle East as a defense contractor as a mechanic.  I worked up until 2012, during that time earning close to one million dollars.  At one time I was making $250,000 a year.  I spent my money on women, drugs and gambling; the three that will be the downfall of any man or woman. In 2010 while I was working in Kuwait I was not worshiping anything or anyone. A friend of mine at the time started telling me about Islam and Muhammad and what I had to do to become a muslim . So I walked into a Mosque and I was a muslim, and all I had to do was recite one sentence. After that I was living there going all over Kuwait and Saudi Arabia, having been to Mecca and Medina 2 or 3  times, living as a muslim and praying 5 times a day, doing what I thought was right. While I was overseas I overdosed 3 times on various drugs.

On August 9, 2012 I came home at the end of my contract as the war was ending in Iraq.  I flew home with about $500,000 in my pocket. My running buddy (my cousin) and I went to the drug dealer and bought every Fentanyl patch he had, then we went and bought a lot of bath salts and went on a two week bender. Then my cousin gave me a new Fentanyl patches and I took it like I did any other time. The next time I remember was waking up in the back of an ambulance breathing 4 times a minute and my heart rate was not ever there. They gave me narc-anon and I woke up and went back out again.

After the hospital I was a homeless addict. My cousin and Aunt didn’t want me around because there was a possibility I would overdose again and they didn’t want the police to show up. So I was sent to the Salvation Army shelter, sleeping there during the night and avoiding the police during the day. One night I showed up early at the shelter and I was kicked out of there.  I called my Aunt and Uncle because they were the only Christians I knew; my Uncle being a Pastor. My Uncle Mike never said an unkind word to me before but that night he let me have it. He told me what I was doing was not the answer. That following Sunday my Aunt came, picked me up and took me to church, not having been to church since I was 14  for wedding and funerals.  But I went and Pastor Tim Nails was preaching on the Prodigal Son and how he had everything and spent it all on women, drinking and drugs. The whole time I’m telling my Aunt that he is talking about me because that is what I did. After the service I turned my life over to Christ and God. After the service, the church raised money for me to attend Teen Challenge in South Carolina. Then I was sent to Rehresburg, Pennsylvania. After being there I felt the calling on my life to come to Shenandoah Valley Adult Teen Challenge. I have been here for the last 2 years and it feels so great to see God move in the lives of these young men and women. I am so thankful for the blood that He shed on the cross for me. God has done so much in our lives and continues to do more and more here everyday. I am so thankful for the leadership that God has appointed here for us.

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