The date that I always avoided in my past. Friday the 13th.  Superstitious or not, things always went wrong on that day for me.  The last time that happened was January 13th, 2006.  I got stabbed.  I got evicted.  I got fired.  I quit using drugs. (because I had no money)

Looking back I see that all of that was the working of God in my life.  I can truely say that Friday the 13th, that day, is one of the most significant days in my life.  It was a true turning point.

Now I welcome every day, and dread none.  A wonderful life is upon me.