Don’t worry, fanboys. We’ll get back to the comic book stuff shortly. But I have something I need to talk about.
In 2005, I killed myself.
I took enough pills and alcohol to end my life. The doctor said so.
I felt my body shutting down. I felt myself dying.
The next morning, I woke up feeling perfectly healthy. I checked into a psych ward. I was examined by a doctor. He said there was absolutely no sign of the pills or alcohol in my body. Based on what I took, but organs should have started shutting down. The walls should have started thinning.
The doctor said the only explanation was divine intervention.
God kept me on this planet for a reason. For twelve years, I searched for that reason.
On April 22 of this year, God gave me the answer. Not only did he tell me what I needed…
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