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 shot, but the veins popped... solid blood