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In the fall of 1995 I attended vincennes University. I studied sign language and English. All that semester, I was not motivated, and I had decided that I didn't know what I wanted to major in. As December came around I had decided not to go back second semester. That first semester was already really expensive, and I didn't want to spend more money when I had know idea what I wanted to do. I moved back home, and got a job at Wall-mart as a night st ocker in the craft and fabric department. I hated it, and worst of all I felt like I was a failer. At that point, sense i was working at night and sleeping during the day I really did not have a group of people to fellowship with. Also, all my friends had moved away to collage or got married and started having kids. In July of 1996, I decided to take advantage of my Aunt and Uncle's offer to come stay with them in Colorado, I remember making the chose as a response to feeling like I was too comfortable just living at home. I love my parents don't get me wrong, and I know that they would have let me stay there for as long as I needed but I knew that if I wasn't going to collage, that I need to get out from under their wings and take my own steps Of faith.

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Anonymous said…
Totally understandable. We've all gotta find God for ourselves!
11:33 AM
Anonymous said…
so tell me more about your adventures that you've had with this King... and the adventures you continue to have.

What adventure are you on now? And what adventures are you taking together soon?
12:38 PM
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