when i was fifteen i was shot with a three hundred Winchester, that bullet went through my face, exploded the gun room around me, because there was gunpowder and bullets and many rifles, i felt no pain, as fire consumed everywhere, !! i crawled on my hands and knees, all the way upstairs i was in the basement, rifle rounds were heard for miles, my good friends came through the smoke to pull me out of the fire as i was in a house party, everyone left but one good friend sought my life as i collapse at top of stairs.. i died seen the heavens.. a whole churched prayed for me, i was healed..
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 06:45:32 +0000
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