A Christmas Miracle of Healing
I was 15. I was a mischievous, sad, malnourished teen, full of confusion and hatred. My dad thought I was a whore, and the whole school though I had never even kissed. For some reason, I was a target of malice. Many lies flowed through the hallways about me. My diet consisted of Pop Tarts, Ramen Noodles and Soda. I never drank water. I never ate fruit. I rarely ate vegetables, except those in season from dad's garden. It was the first day of Christmas break, winter solstice of 1993. I was so excited to party with my friends. We smoked pot and drank beer. Other people at the party were doing other drugs, but I promised myself I would not do hard drugs. I passed out on the couch at about 10:00 pm, and next thing I knew it was about 2:00 am and I had to crawl my way into the bathroom. I pulled myself up with the sink, vomited, washed my face off and forced my head up to look into the mirror... My eyes were blood red. Not just blood s...