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My stepdad, he would come back drunk, and he would just go on a tirade. If I made a mistake, he would just whip me. At those times, I would just cry to God, "God, why?" I remember that week when I was born again, looking in the mirror and knowing that that wasn’t me anymore. [Music] I was born in Erling's Village, St. Mary’s Parish, in Antigua. Little countryside hamlet—more than a village—very tiny. As a little baby, my mother moved to the Virgin Islands, and I grew up there till I was about three years old, then went back to be raised by my grandmother. When my grandmother died, the responsibilities of my grandmother were shifted off to one of my aunts. At that time, my mother had my little sister with my stepdad. My mother would send all these things for us so we could have a good life—clothing, food, and all these products—and it was never passed on to us. So I was literally… my sister and I, these kids in rags, while my cousins had our clothes that my mother sent for us. I was probably about five years old at that time. Eventually, one of our neighbors wrote a letter to my mother saying how we were being mistreated, and my mother came back to Antigua to get us. I remember seeing my mother, tears coming out of her eyes when she saw us 'cause we were filthy. We moved to St. Thomas and grew up in a house where my stepdad was really not a very nice man. My mom… very strong, 'cause she had to be. She had an abusive man as her husband. I remember learning my times tables, and if I made a mistake, he would just whip me. He’d go play cricket, and he'd come back drunk, and he would just go on a tirade. At those times, I would just cry to God, "God, why?" The abuse had gotten so bad in my house that I moved out and lived with one of my aunts. My senior year, I moved back home, and it was just horrendous. I remember at one point my stepdad went after my mom, and I just stood between them, grabbed him by the shoulders, and I just shook him. I said, "Don’t touch my mother again." And that was it. I think he knew at that point that it was like—you can’t do that anymore. Days after high school graduation, I packed my essentials in a gallon trash bag, and I just left. I never looked back. My first year of high school, I was walking downtown, and these two guys came up to me and said, "I want you to read this," and they opened the Bible to me. Then he asked me, "Do you want to accept Jesus in your heart?" I held their hands, and I prayed on that sidewalk and accepted Christ in my heart. I'll tell you—for days I felt like I was walking on air. So much of what was in my heart, the burden I carried, just fell. Lo and behold, there was this big revival in North Texas. Me and a brother from here, Lewis, we went to Texas to this revival thing—not knowing what was ahead but trusting God—'cause I felt, like I still do, there’s a call to ministry on my life. That was the first step—going to whatever that looked like. Within a short time, I went to the school, and I ended up going to Christ for the Nations for two years. It was such a good time, it really was, 'cause everyone there, we were all focused on Jesus. I was like, "Okay, I’ve got the foundation now." You learn how to study the Word, you learn how to actually preach the Word. One of the friends I met while I was at Christ for the Nations was Don Scriber. We became really good friends. He graduated a year before I did and moved to California. We stayed in touch. There’s a brother, Steve Genovisi, and Steve and I proceeded to drive across Texas into California—like straight. So Steve and I get out there, and Don comes over the bridge and takes me back to Long Beach. And that begins my adventure in California. I got a job with McMillan Publishers. I made great money, but I also lost touch with the church. I was doing all this stuff—drugs, just done, I was getting tired. Don and I decide we're gonna go to Yosemite just to kind of ease off the city thing. We get up to Yosemite, and there’s a youth revival going on. We’re on the peripheral of this thing, and I'm wearing this white shirt. He said, "You're in the white—come up here." And he starts to prophesy over me. You know, the Lord just spoke this in my heart— "You're off track. You need to do this, this, this, this..." And I’m just like, "Thank you, Lord," because You’re still looking out over me. But man, it sends chills down your spine. You’re like, "Okay, God..." I was in California for just about four and a half years. At that point, it was time for me to move on. I decided to come back to St. Thomas, which is where I felt I needed to be. I got here, I take the safari bus, and I met the woman who became my wife. I met Huga, who I love so dearly. I was still kind of knowing God but not walking the straight and narrow. Eight months after we met, we moved in, started our first business that following summer. That was late fall, 'cause I came back in October. By December, we’re up and running our restaurant, and I knew I wanted her to be my wife. I look back, and I’ve not been perfect. But you know, God has given us perfect grace. We’ve been in the valleys, and we’ve been on the peaks, and in all of it there’s been a consistency of our commitment there—and just the love and grace of God. As we’ve gotten children, I came back to a real deep faith and understanding with God. We ended up coming to the church that we presently go to through a pastor from this church that would come to our restaurant. I must say that in my conversion, God became my first Father. Me entering into fatherhood gave me an opportunity to be the father that I didn’t have. Anything—my kids, if they did sports, I was there. I mean, I’d have a packed restaurant, and I would say, "That’ll be there when I come back. I can clean up that mess." I thank God, as I look back at my life, that He protected my mind and really guarded my heart. While all of us come into this world and are born in sin, while we were there, God, in His foreknowledge, made a sacrifice for us in His Son, Christ. I only have one son, and I think how painful it would be for me to lose my son—to give my son away for anything. And for God to do that for everyone, for all the sins of this world, is the ultimate love. The Lord is good. He’s so good to us. And whomever is listening to this, I just want you to know—if you don’t know that love, it’s free, and it’s available in Christ Jesus.
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My brain was starting to shift in and out of this fight-or-flight mode because of how much I was working. I wasn’t sleeping. I was only sleeping a couple hours a night. I probably had $200,000 on credit cards. I was super stressed out, and it all just came crashing down. Basically, my central nervous system shut down. I went on vacation with my family to Maui, and that’s where I ended up meeting my wife. That kind of changed the course of everything. We got married on Trunk Bay over on St. John. Then she had a job opportunity that came up. They were opening a new Ritz Carlton in Hawaii. My wife is a general manager for the Ritz Carlton Hotel, so we said, “Okay, we’re moving to Oahu.” After we’d been there for a year and a half or so, our son was born. Because we didn’t have any help in Hawaii—grandparents aren’t there, nobody’s there to help—it was going to be extremely expensive. I decided to quit my job and raise my son. That was hard for me—to take a backseat to my wife and not being able to be that person that I wanted to be. I kind of kicked around for a little while, and she had taken this job down here in St. Thomas. So, because of that, I decided I can’t just sit at home and do nothing all day, especially when your child is a baby, right? There’s a lot of downtime. I started putting my energy into starting my own travel club. We started having some success, and as greed would have it, we wanted to have more success. As fast as we were bringing in money, we were pushing out money. I was doing everything—the paperwork, the contracts, the filings. I wasn’t sleeping. I was only sleeping a couple hours a night. I was super stressed out. I probably had $200,000 on credit cards. One of my partners, he passed away from a heart attack. He was a mentor of mine. All the stress coming down, the debt that I had—it was just exhausting. It all came crashing down. Basically, my central nervous system shut down. My brain was starting to shift in and out of this fight-or-flight mode. It was excruciatingly painful. It got to a point where I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk. My muscles—the fasciculations, I guess you call them—they were so bad it looked like a bag of worms. I was so messed up I couldn’t even be in public. I couldn’t sit in the waiting room to even go into the doctor’s office. They didn’t know what was going on. They started throwing around stuff like MS. They started throwing around ALS. When your doctors are throwing that around, you start to panic even more. They wanted me to do MRIs. I had to do all three sections of my spine and my brain. One of the biggest reliefs ever, honestly, was the day I got the results back. They said it wasn’t MS, it wasn’t ALS. I just remember that for a moment, I had some temporary relief because you’re already in this panic state. It wasn’t that, but it didn’t fix anything. I was still in this depressed—not depressed like sad, but I’m crying in my own lap all day. I was no good around my son. He doesn’t need to see this. So I’m like, “I’m going to go back to California.” I laid on my parents’ living room floor for however many months. Then I came home, and it wasn’t any better. Now I’m at the point where it’s kind of like—you basically want to end it. I was pretty suicidal at this point. You’re logically thinking, “If I’m stuck like this, what’s the point?” This is not a life. I can’t take my son to school. I can’t do anything. I can’t play catch with him. I’m worthless as a human being. I’d be better off offing myself so that my wife could move on, somebody could step in… It’s an awful thing to think in your head. Sorry to be in that place. So anyways, I get to that point where the last thing you have left is you start praying. I remember it was a Saturday morning. I’m pacing back and forth. I’d been up all night again. I said, “I have to get outside. I just have to go for a walk. I don’t know what it is. I’m shaking, but I’ve got to go for a walk.” I start walking. My legs are still so weak—it’s all downhill. I’m thinking in my head, “How are you even going to get back uphill?” When I got down to Vessup Beach, they were doing baptisms. I’d never been baptized. It was one of those moments where it was hard to be in public with people around, but you kind of instantly knew why you were there. The bishop came over, and I started talking to him. They could tell. I told them the story. He said, “I think you’re here for a reason, buddy.” I’ve always believed in Christ and God. I just hadn’t really committed on that level—hadn’t really let go of everything. That day, I did. I went in and got baptized. I just felt this tremendous relief. It was really an amazing thing. It wasn’t instantaneous on all the issues I was having, but it gave me the strength to keep pushing forward. I still deal with some fasciculations today—very minimal compared to where it was. I can work out. I have a normal life. I dedicate a lot more time to family. It’s definitely changed my perspective on the things that matter and the things that are out of your hands. You just give that to God. Now, I catch up with my son. You only get so many years. I end up making him breakfast every day. You know what I mean? I grew up as a cereal kid. Now it’s like, “What do you want? Pancakes? French toast? Whatever.” Because it’s not something I have to do—it’s something I get to do. If I was to speak to anybody going through what I’d been through, I’d just say—nothing’s worth taking your life over. Don’t put so much on yourself that you miss the things I’ve missed. It’s a short go-around. I know there are so many people out there that aren’t as fortunate to have a good family around them that’s willing to help. When you’re in a place that dark, lean on whoever you’ve got that’s close to you. Utilize those resources—and utilize God, man. Give it to God, because God can do anything. He can heal anything, no matter what it is. He can change everything. Perspective is a big part of it. As bad as the experience was, I’m grateful for it too.
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I was born into a very large family of seven. I was the youngest. When I was six months old, my father died. And then when I was eleven years old, my mother also died. This was very hard for me to deal with, as you can imagine, as an eleven-year-old. Because at that point, I was an orphan. When I graduated from high school, I went to work at a trucking company. That’s where I met Ken—at the trucking company. After a really whirlwind relationship and romance, we thought we were madly in love, and we got married within six months. We had three children very, very quickly. I was really young—I was only nineteen years old—and I really didn't know much about anything. I didn’t know anything about marriage, let’s put it that way. So, Ken was going on a business trip, and our marriage was in pretty bad shape. He said, "Gerry, when I come home, have my suitcase packed, because I have an apartment, and I’m leaving you. I’m going to divorce you." And he left. I was relieved that he was going to be leaving because there was so much tension in the house, and I didn’t want the kids to have to grow up with that. I knew it would be more peaceful without him there—there wouldn’t be any more fighting and everything. The next day, he called me that evening, and he said, "Gerry, wait up. I’m coming home. I want to tell you something." I said, "I’m not waiting up for you. I’m going to bed. I’m tired. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say." And I hung up. Then I thought, well, I’m curious. I’m going to stay up and wait and see what he has to say. I’m sitting there, and he came to the door. The door’s locked, so I went to the door, opened it, and I looked at him. He looked different, and I didn’t know what it was about him that looked different. He came in the house, we sat down, and he said, "I have to tell you what happened to me." I said, "All right, what happened?" He went to stop at a trucking company to visit a friend. The friend was a Christian, brought out a Bible, and said to him, "I knew you were coming. I have to tell you about Jesus." Ken said, "So, he told me, and I prayed the sinner’s prayer, and I got saved. I’m a different person. I’ve been set free." I said, "You know what? You’re crazy. I’m going to bed." So, I got up, and I’m going up the steps. He said, "Gerry, wait a minute." I said, "What now?" He said, "I’ve decided not to divorce you. God gave me a love for you. I’m going to stay and work on the marriage." That is not what I wanted to hear. Within the next two weeks, he followed me around the house reading verses to me, and I was screaming at him, "Would you quit reading that book to me? I don’t want to hear it!" Then I saw him in the kitchen one day pouring his whiskey and beer and everything down the drain. I said, "Why are you doing that?" He said, "I’m not going to drink anymore." I said, "Why not?" He said, "I don’t have to drink anymore. I’m different." So I thought, well, that’s good. He’s not going to drink—that’s one good thing. As the week went on, he was nicer to the kids. He loved the children, but before, he would play with them for a little while and then say, "Gerry, would you take the kids away? I have work to do. I’ve got to work. I’ve got to work." It was always work. But now he had a lot of time for the kids, and the kids really responded to it. They just loved it. Naturally, they would sit on his lap, he’d read them stories—it was very good. Another thing is, he started to go to church with me. That was another good thing. We went to church, and we were sitting in church. I loved my church. I always was in church. I looked up at the altar, and above the altar was a crucifix, and Jesus was hanging on it. I had seen that a million times—that crucifix with Jesus on it—a million times. I knew what He did. I knew He died on the cross for us. But there was something different. He spoke to me—not out loud, but inside—and He said to me, "Gerry," and He called me by name. He knows my name. He said, "If you were the only one in this whole world, I would have still hung on the cross for your sins." I thought, wow—for me? And I started to cry. Tears were coming down my face. I never cried. I was very strong—I had to be. And to cry? I can’t remember ever crying after my mother died. That was the last time I ever cried. Mass was over, and Ken looked at me and said, "Gerry, are you okay?" It was odd that I would be crying. I said, "Yeah, I want to go see the priest. I’ve got to talk to the priest." Because I didn’t want to go against my church, and if the priest agreed and said it was okay, then it was okay. I went in and said, "Father, Ken has something to tell you." The priest never saw him. He had no idea who he was, but he knew me, and he knew that was my husband. He said, "Ken, what happened to you?" Ken proceeded to tell him what happened. The priest listened, then he looked at me and said, "Well, Gerry, I’ve heard this before. This is happening a lot right now. But it hasn’t happened to me." He said, "I think you need to focus on God more, think about Him more. You’re just breathing in and out, taking Him for granted—think about Him." Well, that wasn’t true. I knew that wasn’t true. That wasn’t what happened to Ken—that wasn’t true at all. After he said that to me, I thought, boy, he’s a priest, and this hasn’t happened to him. He doesn’t know Jesus like Ken knows Jesus. I started to talk to myself—not out loud, of course, but to myself—and I said, "Okay, God, the priest doesn’t know anything about this, but I’ve seen what this has done to Ken. I see now that You died for me—for my sins. If You want my life, if this is what I’m supposed to do… I don’t understand any of this… but I want to do what’s right. If You want my life, I’ll give it to You." When I did that, it was like He lifted all of the weight from me. I felt free. I felt forgiven for the first time in my life. This empty spot that I had in my heart started to fill up with His love, with the great love that He had for me and all that He had done for me. Ken said he knew something was happening. The priest left. He didn’t know what was going on. Ken said, "Are you okay?" I said, "Let’s go outside. I’m fine. We need to leave here. We need to..." I knew I had to leave. We walked out, and I looked around, and for the first time, I saw things through different eyes. Everything looked beautiful. I saw God’s creation for the first time that I had taken for granted. We all take it for granted—the trees, the grass, the sky, the blue, the clouds, everything. And my children. Then I turned and looked at my husband, who I had despised, couldn’t stand. And God gave me a love for him. He gave me a new marriage, a new love—that deep, committed love that goes on for the rest of your lives. That’s why we tell people, Ken and I, what happened to us. Because what happened to us is what God wants for everybody. Jesus wants to come and live in all of us—to be our Lord and our Savior, to set us free from all the bondage we have in our lives. And He does. He sets us free. He gives us a new life. We never know what God’s going to do. We never know how God’s going to use us. Not only that—I had three children. He gave me two more. He gave me my heart’s desire—five kids. He gave me five children. He gave me all these people to love me. And at the top of the list of everyone loving me is Jesus Christ.
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My windshield wipers were going a mile a minute. I could hardly see. And I heard a voice: If this bridge collapses, you're going straight to hell. When Jesus walked the earth, He was constantly telling the Jews, “You're always seeking a sign.” Little did I realize that signs and wonders would become a part of my life. [Music] I was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but raised in a small village about 20 miles east of Pittsburgh called Export. I was riding a school bus and someone had decided to put up a sign that read: You must be born again to enter Heaven. I wondered what that was. A couple of years later, I ran into a football player who told me he gave his life to Christ. He invited me to come to his church. I wasn’t too sure about attending, but I heard myself say yes. Little did he know that he was a sign. A couple of years later, I was in the military. A soldier came down, sat on my bunk, and spoke to me about Jesus Christ. He was a sign. A few years later, I was managing a truck terminal in New Stanton, Pennsylvania, and a truck driver came into my office and boldly told me how he was born again through the power of Jesus Christ. He was a sign. And believe me, he was a wonder. Later in life, I was working for Mobil Oil Corporation, and I made some wrong turns. I wanted to make a lot of money. On the outside, people would look at me and think I was successful. I had a nice job. I had a nice income. I had a beautiful wife. I had three children. Everything was good on the outside. But inside? I didn’t have peace. I wasn’t happy. I went on a business trip to New York City. But before leaving my home, I turned to my wife at the front door, and I told her that when I returned from this trip, we wouldn’t be married anymore. We were getting a divorce. It was a particularly cruel time. Hurricane Agnes came up from the Gulf. It was a terrible hurricane. I had been driving in rain for a long time. My windshield wipers were going a mile a minute. I could hardly see—it was just terrible. I got up on the turnpike, and as I approached the Susquehanna River Bridge, I put my foot on the brakes. I could see water, and I thought to myself, I don’t know if I want to go out on that bridge, but I had no other recourse. Out on the bridge I went. I glanced at the waters and saw an entire tree coming—with roots and all—it looked like a torpedo. I thought, If that tree hits one of the pillars of this bridge, this bridge could collapse. And I heard a voice: If this bridge collapses, you're going straight to hell. My lifestyle was such that I knew that was right. I never again looked at the water. I gripped the steering wheel and spoke out loud, saying, If only I can get to the other side. I made it to the other side of the bridge. I was so relieved. I kept driving and driving and got to Somerset. I heard the voice again: Stop and see Andy. I had kinfolk down there to see me. Andy says, “Come right up.” I went up to his office, and as soon as I saw him, I knew something was different. He said, “Ken, I was in my driveway this morning, and the Holy Spirit spoke to me. He said, ‘Go back in the house and get your Bible. You're gonna have a visitor today.’” With that, he opened up his middle desk drawer and pulled out a Bible. His office was changed from a business center to a cathedral. He said, “Ken, I feel led by the Holy Spirit to ask you: Do you want to receive Christ?” I said, “Andy, I do.” He said, “Simply say a prayer after me. If you mean it with all your heart, Jesus will do the rest.” I finished saying that prayer, stood up, and heard myself say, “Praise God.” I heard myself say, “Hallelujah.” I was born again. Not only did Christ forgive me of my sins, but my loving wife did too. Later in life, God directed me to begin a ministry. It’s called Signs and Wonders, whereby we put up billboards proclaiming the good news of Jesus Christ through the born-again experience. We’ve had countless stories over the years of people who have been affected by these signs. But you know, for a sign to be recognized, one has to be looking. We’ll leave you with this slide: Are you looking?
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I was born in Butler, Missouri, in 1944. Small town near Kansas City. But I was born without a right hand. My dad was gone because of the war, so it was just my mother at first. To be born missing a hand had to be tough on her, 'cause everybody—you show your baby to—what are they going to say? But she did a great job teaching me to do things, even though it took me forever to learn to tie my shoes, to put any clothes on, 'cause I didn’t have any brothers and sisters to show me how to do everything. But my mother was great. I really wasn’t aware that I was different, or supposedly disabled, until my first day of first grade. I get there, and the kids are all curious, of course. One of them tripped me so I would fall down and everything, but it’s okay—those are the ones I made friends with later. Shortly thereafter, my uncle got me a great big Major League bat and a big softball. Again, it took me a long, long time to be able to handle, but once I did, it seemed kind of natural. That eventually led to me getting pretty decent at softball. I just wanted to prove myself to the kids that maybe made fun of me. You just do it by showing people what you can do. When I showed them, it seemed like they appreciated it, and we were friends then. The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away. But He gave me so much talent in other areas that I was so thankful I could do. Between coordination and speed, it more than made up for anything that I was lacking. I went to church from as early as I can remember. I really got saved when I was about five or six years old under my aunt’s ministry. I probably didn’t understand exactly what had happened, but it really helped that I had this background of knowing about Jesus, knowing about the Lord. I decided to go to a Christian school in Springfield, Missouri, called Evangel College. I decided I was going to run track. I’ll never forget the first meet—I ended up taking two first-place finishes and one on a relay. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can do this.” I ended up fortunate enough to letter in track at Evangel. The Lord enabled me to be fast enough, I guess, to do that. We had a spiritual emphasis week at Evangel, and Dave Wilkerson, who had just written The Cross and the Switchblade, that started all of Teen Challenge out of New York, was our speaker. When Dave Wilkerson looks at you, the guy looks you in the eye—and he looks right through you. He preached a sermon, and I’ll never forget—the title of the sermon was Parked at the Gates of Hell. When he gave the altar call, my friend went from one direction, I went from the other—we both meet down at the altar, and we pray through to the Lord. I went back to my dorm, entered the room in the dark. I was getting a revelation of Jesus hanging on the cross. He’s up there, hanging on the cross, looking down at me. With His left hand, He pulls me—He pulls me up. Then He shows me Himself in a field, leading a bunch of sheep, asking me to help Him corral them, help Him feed the sheep. It’s something I’ll never forget as long as I live—that the Lord wants us to be there, helping people. I graduated from Evangel, went to one semester of Bible school at CBC, went to church camp a lot. At that time, Joy Colleen Herbert would come back when she was at camp to see me. We decided very quickly that we were for each other, and the Lord wed us together. It was shortly thereafter that one of us said they loved the other. I said, “I love you too.” [Laughter] We got married about six weeks after we had our first date. We’ve been married, come August, for 56 years. I had a friend who had gone to Philadelphia Teen Challenge. He told us about the need in the inner city in Philadelphia. We had to make a living, so we both had to work in those days. We went the 1,400 miles to Philadelphia. We got there and ministered. One summer, Colleen was a secretary, and I taught Bible. We would go out on the streets with these kids and hand out tracts. It’s just amazing, the things that happened when these kids—on drugs—the transformation they had when they got to know the Lord. It’s an amazing situation to see. We wanted to be in the Midwest. It just seemed like the Lord had us go towards Kansas. I went into the insurance business. My job went from just an underwriter in insurance to sales. The insurance companies over the years have been so good to us. I really love selling life insurance. Around that time, we had a baby named Jay. The baby was one of the most exciting things that’s ever happened to us. But then, when Jay was about three years old, he ended up in the hospital with all kinds of tests. I’ll never forget sitting there—he started having focal seizures. Watching him have 60 seizures a day just does something to you. It was discovered I had epilepsy when I was three years old. That would have to be really hard for a parent. However, I don’t remember feeling the way I should have felt. I’m sure I was disappointed, but I don’t ever remember really being down about it. I never thought of myself as an epileptic. I never identified like that. I look back now, and I know why. My mother and father raised me like my father was raised. He never identified as a handicapped person. The reason my parents were able to be strong and make it through these situations was because they had such a strong hope in Jesus. They relied on Him, and they were in prayer constantly. That’s where they placed their faith, and that’s what got them through as parents watching their child struggle. Jay ended up graduating from Evangel, went ahead and got a degree in psychology, has a master’s. In 1978, we had Jeremy Scott Henley. Taught Jeremy to play basketball, and he did rather well at that. Jeremy followed in the insurance business and has been doing that for about 23 years. I have a great family. I feel so fortunate at this point in time that I’ve had the same great wife for almost 56 years, have two lovely daughter-in-laws. They have each had two daughters that are tremendous. On top of that, we have an adopted grandson. We thank the world of them. They’re all going to be successful. We’ve just really been blessed. If you’re going through a hard time and feel like you’re struggling, there are two choices—you can quit, and it’s going to get you nowhere. Or you can put your faith in the Lord, never give up, and things will turn around. There should be nothing that makes you feel abnormal. Just go do the best you can. Have a life unto the Lord. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be here, but until the day I’m with the Lord, I want to motivate people to never give up.
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