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Today is a beautiful day. The sun isshinning bright and there is not a cloud in sight.If only I felt all bright and happy; then maybe Icould concentrate long enough to get my newproject finished. But instead my mind is allfoggy and there is not a clear thought in mybrain. All of my thoughts are jumbled uptogether.I have also notice that I have lost my senseof direction. I find myself going left when I wantto go right. Somewhere along the way I madethe wrong turn and ended up here on the streetsof Hell. Now that is hilarous to me. First of allwhat is a Christian during in Hell? Since I amhere; How do I get out of here? Or is this whereI am going to spend eternity? I must have reallyscrewed up for God to turn his back on me likethis. I can image seeing Satan doing his victorydance because he finally got my mind. For thelongest time I thought I was just having areoccurring Hellish nightmare that eventually Iwould wake up from. But every morning , I wouldwake and find nothing has changed. Peoplewould still be dead and people's lives would stillruined beyond repair all because of their association with me.I dropped out society when I realized that Iam a bad luck charm and have been in

seclusion for about three months now. It getsreally lonely at times but I think it is safer thisway until I get my mojo back. Because at thisrate the next step I take may cause the wholeworld to come to an complete end. And for thelast three month nobody else has suffered frommy curse.I was surprised to see Taja William standingat my doorstep. I always took Taja for one of those Hollywood type's; Out of sight \ out of mind type of people. I guess this past year hada way of humbling everybody that survived it.Taja seems to have taken her control of her life. She is not letting her situation get the best of her, like it once did in the past. Even I could seeher new found strength and inner peace. "TheLord put you on my mind and I have to comesee about you." Taja said with great concern inher voice. Those words sent an electrical chargethrough my entire body; as if they were trying tobring me back to life. I could not find words tosay I had even lost my ability to form words. Butsome how Taja understood my unspoken words,because she smiled at me and took me into her arms. I held on to her as tight as I could. For amoment I felf like God himself was holding me, itwas so overwhelming, I just started sweepinguncontrolably. We must has stoop at my front

oor for at least thirty minutes. Finally Iremember how to talk and invited her into myhome. "Taja you look amazingconsider at thatyou have been through." I said to my first houseguest in three months. She thanked me and toldme her secret.She said, she had hekp gettingthrough the rough spot s in her life. "LeGalia itlooks like you need help too." She said in allsincerity. So she called and made appointmentfor me. Now here I amHello! I have a two O'clock appointment withRandy Scott, " I said to the lady behind thereceptionist desk. "Okay!" Said the lady with thewarm and friendly smile. "Please sign in on thepad and then have a seat in the waiting room." "Iwill tell Randy that you are here," she said. I amstarting to get the erge to take off running outthe door to go home,as I am walking towards thewaiting room. "What good would that do me?" Ihad to ask myself. " No if I ever want to get backto old myself, I have to at least talk to this guy,Randy."After only a few minutes, the office door begins to open and there stands a six foot tall,three hundred-fifty pound white man with redcurly hair. He looks at the chart in his hand andthen back at me. I realize he is having difficultypronouncing my name. "It is LeGalia Greenard."