I was all alone. So, there was "Tiny," he was rather large and some guys called him "Fridge." Anyway, we were at a church service because I was told that there were supposed to be girls there. I didn't want to hear the message, just check out the girls. The girls had to cancel and instead there was this little guy up on the stage.

Since we were there we were forced to stay for the entire service. The little guy on the stage was talking about salvation. I remember him asking, if we were to die today, where would we go. I kept silent, but thought that I would be going to hell, for, for torture, for all of the torture of all of the people that had tried to help me.

Finally, he came to the "altar call." Tiny tried to get me to go up for the altar call. I would not budge. Maybe he knew me well enough, that he knew I should have gone up. I don't know what prompted him but he picked me up and carried me down front. Thank the Lord for that, other wise, I would not have gone. But once I was there I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.

I remember walking back to my seat, with tears coming from my eyes. Not tears from pain, but tears of joy. I felt like everything was lifted from me. It was like I was brand new. All of the hurt, pain, anger, and everything else was gone.