I almost died one night. I suffered from a horrific bike accident one night due to carelessness on my part.
I wrecked my bike cracked my head was bleeding from the skull and had my stringes stuck in the spokes so I couldn't save my own life--out of desperation I started screaming for help--people came in and out of the beauty shop down below but didn't hear my cries because I was halfway up and halfway down. I started to loose faith in everything. I cried. My voice was loosing lust after screaming for a long time so I didn't have the fight to scream anymore. I knew if I didn't do something I was going to die there--I donated money from my local church time to time--came there to get love and give love in return because it was bad at home and I had no where else to turn. So struggling with faith as I already was due to being a victim--I said to God--I'm only asking you this because I can't defend myself. I can scream but no one sees me or hears me. If you say you walk with me--walk with me now--when I need you the most--Find someone to help me--Give me a sign that you're real so I'll know that the abuse I suffer at home is only temporary. I had a therapist my parents were resentful they had to pay for but since abuse was happening in the home and I was clearly depressed they were demanded to pay. Someone in my life then threatened me and told me if I told they would hurt me and say they never did anything at all and lie through their teeth. My therapist couldn't do a thing about it because the abuse had to go on to keep me safe--so I went to church to avoid being at home when my mom wasn't there--I sang in the choir--I sang alone sometimes during praise choir when the praise choir was unavailable because the praise choirs whife just loved my voice and so did everyone else--they loved the high soprano low alto mix and called me their angelic contralto. I loved being special at something because I never got that specialness at home. So I always sang alone whenever they needed a gig because so many old people raved at my marvelous voice....they said it brought them closer to God. I used to sing. I spread faith through my voice--I told God humbly if any time I need you it's now--I can't help myself or I would--and my cousin told me about this voice from God he heard about going a different way home. I'm alive and lived to tell ths tale. I wouid sing again if I could but I'm so not used to singing my voice is bad. So I wouldn't know where to begin to use my gift from God--my angelic voice. .