"Nine years ago in December, after leaving from the convenience store at the corner of Jackson and Hollywood, I was mugged. Shot in the head four times. The perpetrator was so cold-hearted that after shooting me in the face and me falling to the ground, he stood over me, forced a pistol into my mouth, and fired 3 more rounds. One bullet literally went through the roof of my mouth, through my skull, and out the top of my head, removing some of my brain tissue. I was in a coma for three months, attached to a machine that was breathing for me. The doctors took my brother and sister aside and told them I had been diagnosed brain-dead, and if I did come out of the coma, I'd never walk or talk again. If they wanted to relieve me of my pain and suffering, they could always have the plug pulled. They even recommended it. My brother and sister came by my bedside and took one of my hands in each of their hands and begged and pleaded for me to wake up. I couldn't hear them, but the Lord heard them. All at once, I squeezed their hands and my eyes opened. I was delayed, but I was not denied. At first, I was blind, but my sight returned. After a few months of physical therapy and with the help of the Lord, I recovered. I'm walking, I'm talking, I'm breathing on my own, I can see, I'm in my right frame of mind, and I'm saved and sanctified. I'll tell you something else too. The Lord is a habit-breaker. You know them three months I was in a coma? He was cleaning me up. This coming December, I'll celebrate 9 years of being clean and sober. Delivered from crack cocaine, alcohol, and cigarettes. I still have pieces of bullets in my head, but I know there's a God. I have a personal relationship with him."