January 9, 2011 ![]() | In 1988 an angry, assaultive, apparently drugged car mechanic threatened me. I was renting a room in a less than safe area of Riverside, California, trying to recover from a traumatic divorce. I was all alone. It was late and there was no one to help me. I tried to call the police before he bashed in the weak front door lock and was informed all units were busy. I knew if this person broke in I could possibly be beaten to death, and I started praying for God's intervention. Read more: |
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Rescued by Angels
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