Maintenant je veut vous raconter les grands miracles que les bons DIEU a fait pour moi.de ma naissance je grandit dans une famille querelleuse mon père aimait beaucoup se battre,dans le quartier au travail est même a la maison il nous battait et même ma mère,je me rappel un jour la nuit il été venir très ivres il m,a pris est commentant a me frapper il m'a vraiment beaucoup frapper jusqu’à ceux que je peur connaissance imaginer vous j’ente même interner dans hôpital quand je trouver connaissance est ce la après deux jours mon père était la devant moi il a compenser a pleurer 'ma fille j'ai voulut te tuer pardonne moi ma fille je ne faire plus ça'. il m'a beaucoup supplier nous nous sommes reconsolider est sommes rentrer a la maison. arriver a la maison il refuser qu'il ne bu. De ce jour il a totalement changer il ne bois plus il ne se bas plus.

English translation by PulseWire member ngalula

God Really Helped Me Now I want to tell you about the great miracles that God has done for me. Since my birth I grew up in a quarrelsome family.

My father loved to fight, in the district where he worked and even at home he would beat us and my mother. I recall one day he came at night very drunk. He took me and started hitting me until I lost conscience. Can you imagine? I was also interned in the hospital! When after two days I was finally conscious my father was in front of me crying, asking for my forgiveness and promising he would have never done it again. He begged me a lot, we made peace and went home. At the house he refused to drink.

From that day he totally changed and did not drink anymore.

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Now I want to tell you about the great miracles that God has done for me. Since my birth I grew up in a quarrelsome family.

My father loved to fight, in the district where he worked and even at home he would beat us and my mother. I recall one day he came at night very drunk. He took me and started hitting me until I lost conscience. Can you imagine? I was also interned in the hospital! When after two days I was finally conscious my father was in front of me crying, asking for my forgiveness and promising he would have never done it again. He begged me a lot, we made peace and went home. At the house he refused to drink.

From that day he totally changed and did not drink anymore.

Thank God is all I have to say! I can't imagine what you've been through. But, something positive can always come out of something bad.

Stay Strong, Coach Marcie

Best, Marcie

I am so glad that your father was able to see what he had done and was able to change. I am glad that you were strong enough and survived this.

Charlene Phung MPH