Hello, My name is Jacob Mackey. I am thirty one years old. If you were to look at me now, you would not believe these things I am gonna write, but because of the Grace and promise of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, I am the man I am today. My younger brother and I were both adopted into a Christian family, going to A.W.A.N.A, on Wednesday nights, Sunday School in the morings, and Evening services at night. The Church was also the School. Damascus Christian School, and Damascus Community Church. We also attended there. We have always known that we were adopted, and we also knew that our maternal parents weren't dead and gone, but were going through rough times between themselves, and thus couldn't take care of any children, let alone two "hellion" boys. We aren't too far apart in age, and yet, we are so different. I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was eight years old, in my basement, with my parents, who were leading VBS at our house. The enemy wasn't liking that very much and at the end of that summer, he and his demons attempted to snuff out my short lived life. I was hit by a car while scooting up the hill on my 50cc Honda Mini-bike. I was catapulted into the air fifteen feet up, and thirty feet out and landed on my head. Luckily I had my Jesus with me and my helmet on my head. When I was in sixth grade, my class went to outdoor school at Trout Creek Bible Camp where I was molested by my "Christian" Camp counselor, and when I told my parents about it, it seemed to me like they weren't willing to believe me. I was a material witness against my offender, and was not the prosecutor, which didn't really sit right with me as a youngster. Mentally, that messed me up, and I made sure I would lash out in any way shape and form. Being as rebellious as possible. I started smoking cigarrettes that year, right after I had turned twelve years old. I would steal them from the local Safeway Grocery Store. One day I got caught and because of my strict parents with strict rules, I got into alot of trouble. Because of my tendancies to get into trouble, my father found as much work for me to do as he could, just to prevent me from finding trouble. But, no matter his efforts, the enemy would still get the best of me. Little did I know that God Truly had His hand on me and would not let me go. Because of how messed up my head was from the feeling of rejection from my parents, and from the molestation, I became sexually active at the age of 13. Doing everything I possibly could to reassure people that I was not a young man of homosexual tendancies. My camp counselor was a man, and to me that is just sick. I ended up spending a year at Flying H Youth Ranch, in Naches, Washington. It was an experience I would never forget. It was a place where structure was taught each and every moment of the night and day. My brother followed suit and went there with me because what I did, he had to do also, just because I am the older brother. Moving right along, after graduating from Flying H Youth Ranch, I moved back home with my parents, but still hadn't resolved my issues with them. So, every chance I got, I did what I wanted to do, when I wanted to. Back to the same old me. Still smoking, and started drinking Vanilla Extract. Vanilla Extract has approximately 36% alcohol. If this interests you, and you would like more email me at this address: jmackey54321@hotmail.com