I have a crazy story to share, and due to it's nature I can't share all the details. I feel like I fell straight into hell but just before the fires consumed me an angel pulled me onto a ledge and and I'm not out of he'll but he's protecting me. Let me explain, I'll have to be a bit vague but I'll give selective details in following posts.
I was an avowed agnostic. I liked religious people but didn't actively believe. Many negative experiences directly with Christianity as a child turned me off to it, as well as other things. My family was extremely religious though. I've always kept my nose clean, never been arrested, no drugs, well liked by those who know me. I lived as an utter recluse though.
Last month I was arrested. My charges are… unique. Without being specific, I did something legal but attention grabbing which I couldn't be charged with so they looked for anything else they could get me on and came up with 17 felonies… So far. They killed my dog, I was extradited across the country, nearly took a month, nearly died in transport as it took nearly a month and they didn't provide us healthy food, good hygiene, clean environments, comfortable temperatures, virtually any sleep or any medical care. Jail itself wasn't nearly as bad, but I was so utterly crushed and hopeless with no where else to turn I turned to God. I begged for any help at all. I begged for a way out, I promised i'd build endless churches if he'd save me. It kept coming up inside, most of the prisoners werr religious too and it turned out to be an easy way to make friends. Just profess faith. I wouldn't even say that, just that I was trying and reading from a bible. I read random verses, kept getting stuff like Job, the death of Samson, etc.
Long story short, I and my family are extremely poor, I expected a public defender and a prison sentence but a few days after I finally reached the state I was extradited too, after a system mix up prevented me from being permitted any phone calls and with no money and my debit card expiring the month I was arrested, I had nothing, but to my surprise while I was in my family worked tirelessly. They found a firm to help me, they paid my bond, which I'm told was shockingly low, they reached out to everyone who knew me. Everyone pitched in, even my landlord paid my bail and refused to charge me rent until when and if I was back. Remembering this always makes me tear up.
So I made bond but I couldn't leave the state I was extradited to, and even if I could I can't afford two cross country plane tickets a month. The ironic thing is this whole thing brought our family closer together. Me and my brother both have a lot of reasons to be mad at her, he'd cut her off completely, I still took care of her but hadn't told her I loved her in years.
Unable to leave the state my brother found me a homeless shelter, a religious homeless shelter that's also a treatment program for addictions, a men's crisis center. Strict, but good food. My brother believes taking part in their program will help my case.
