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From Drug Addict & Prostitute To Missionary & Christian

From Drug Addict & Prostitute To Missionary & Christian

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 ==== ====Charles McDuffie is the owner of The List Building Academy, and offers a free 7-day e-course thatshows men and women how to have a successful online business online by first building their opt-in subscriber list. He believes while the money may be in the list, the fortune lies in the follow up!http://www.listbuildingconcepts.com ==== ====ID: 290066Author: Laurie IshiiDate Published: Sep 04, 2006Title: From Drug Addict and Prostitute to Missionary and Servant of Jesus ChristSummary: Depressed, suicidal, strung out on heroin and prostituting to support my habit. Tired oflife and sick of going in ...Body:For eighteen years I was on and off of drugs. For almost six years out of that eighteen I was strungout on heroin and crack cocaine, prostituting to support my habit. I hadn't planned it that way - noone ever does.Born in 1968 I was raised by my Japanese-American parents in a middle classfamily with one younger sister. By the age of fifteen I had left high school and joined an Asiangang. By the age of 20 I was shot in a drive by shooting in West Covina with a .38 in which thebullet entered by the upper left arm, shattered the bone, went through my arm and entered my leftside where the bullet passed by my heart and then went through my liver, left lung and diaphragmand lodged in my back, ½ an inch from my spine.The shooting occurred at a Catholicchurch and a priest was there who gave me my last rites with the holy water - at which I becamevery angry and cussed him out that I wasn't going to die. I was taken to the hospital twentyminutes later by ambulance. In the ambulance I attempted praying (I didn't know how) by sayingthe 'Our Father' and 'Hail Mary' over and over in my head. But the whole time while I was in theambulance there was a figure sitting at my right side, and it gave me peace. I knew it wasn't mytime yet.After I was released from the hospital I continued to run with my gang friends who hadstarted to use harder drugs, both cocaine and methamphetamine. We had always gotten drunk,smoked pot and dropped LSD, but once we began doing cocaine and meth - getting high becamea priority.I began hanging out in Hollywood with my sister, and soon after decided to leave myhusband (we married when I was 17) and because I believe that he truly loved me, he let me gowithout too much trouble. (Regarding leaving the gang)After I left my husband I got deeper anddeeper into cocaine and smoking crack, and lived with a couple of my old 'homeboys' who werealways more involved in the drug lifestyle than the gang fights and drive bys. One day, after beingup all night, one of my roommates came home - 'glowing'. I thought he had been taking somegreat drug and asked what he took. He said "I got 'saved'! (Oh no) and I told him that I didn't wantto hear it. But I watched him change before my own eyes, and one day I prayed and asked God toforgive me for all the crap I'd done and to set me free from drugs and smoking cigarettes. He did,almost overnight!I began going to church, got married, went to Beauty College and got a great job.Then I got pregnant and had a wonderful, beautiful son. But things were hard, and everything thatwent wrong - I blamed on God. Long story short, the pressure of being a new mother and beingupset that I had just started my career and it had been interrupted - I began to start smoking anddrinking again, and before I knew it - was using cocaine again. I was angry that God didn't 'fix' mylife and make it better.Before long, I was a MESS. I don't blame my husband at the time. He
 
needed to get away from me before I hurt my son. I had begun bringing him with me to the drugdealer and couldn't believe what I started to become. (It only got worse) He told me that he wasleaving me one night when I came home from work, and I freaked out and left. I had to literally prymy son off of my neck while he cried, "Please don't leave me, mommy." I walked out and onlycame back once while no one was home to get some clothes. From the day I left, I would not allowmyself to be sober or I'd literally FREAK OUT. The guilt I felt for leaving my son was sooverwhelming that I kept a Vodka bottle near the bed wherever I ended up the night before so thatI could drink as soon as I got up and if possible, a line of cocaine or a hit of crack to wake me up.To come down off of the cocaine - I began smoking heroin, and before I knew it I was strung outand needed it to 'get well' and function as a normal human being. I couldn't work 'dope sick' andone day my boss noticed me after I had been out all night and had done all my dope and had to goto work sick. He thought I was high. (Quite the opposite - I NEEDED to get high to get normal!)After losing my job, I started prostituting to support my habit. I would get so freaked out whenever Igot dope sick, I became suicidal. When I had first gotten strung out I didn't know it - when I didn'tdo heroin for 24 hours, I became sick and thought that I had the flu. I called a friend (who soonafter became my boyfriend) and he told me that I was strung out and brought me some dope.Once I started smoking it, I felt fine and swore that I would 'never let myself be sick like that again.I had a saying, "I'd rather be dead than dope sick." It wasn't long before I was using the needle.Iattempted suicide numerous times, overdosing and slicing my wrists. I was SO MISERABLE. Ihated myself for leaving my son but was powerless to stop using the drugs. Heroin had becomemy god, I was a slave to it and would do anything for it.My boyfriend was all I had and he stuckwith me through anything and everything - even after all the times I had gone to jail and he'd findout about my prostituting over and over. Yes, we had a seriously codependent dysfunctionalrelationship at best, but I loved him very much - so when I found out that he cheated on me withmy best friend while I was in jail - I was DEVESTATED and became even more suicidal.Mysuperior court judge, Stephen Marcus (who started 'Drug Court' in LA and who I still keep in touchwith and who even came to my wedding two years ago) had threatened to send me to prison if Ileft the 5th rehab he sent me to because I left the all the others he sent me to. Well, I left againand the judge put out a $200,000 warrant for my arrest. I didn't want to go to prison, so I decidedthat the best thing would be for me to end my life for certain this time.My boyfriend and I lived in an8 (eight) story apartment building where we could climb up to the roof and hang out. I would sit upthere every time I was upset and smoke cigarettes, and 'plan' on jumping off the roof. I believedthat it would be a sure thing.One day my boyfriend and I went and got 16 klonapins (sp.? Anti-anxiety pills that put you to sleep or at least make you seriously out of it) and decided to 'kick'heroin. Apparently, we each took one, my boyfriend fell asleep and then I took the other 15. I tooka train to a friend's house, called my drug connection, got both heroin and cocaine and shot up abunch of speedballs. I then called another friend who picked me up and took me back to the trainstation, where I took the train back home and went up to the roof. Whether I jumped or fell isunclear, but either way, I hit a tree on the way down which broke my fall before hitting the ground. Icompletely shaved off one side CLEAN.I woke up in the Cedar Sinai hospital four days later afterbeing in a coma and after a craniotomy. I was brain damaged, my motor skills all messed up and Ididn't know how to read or write anymore. I was in the hospital for only almost a month, but abouta month after my released I jumped out of a second story window from a Christian women's home(The Walter Hoving Home in Pasadena, 'Mom B' and her husband who started the home stillremember me) while kicking heroin and methadone. This time I broke my back. I re-broke it when Iwas in the county jail and jumped off of the second tier to get sent to the hospital to get drugs. (Itworked!) While at the hospital I was told that I had a full blown staph infection from not being'sewed up' properly - the hospital had left a 1 inch by ½ inch hole in the back of my head
 
here the infection entered.To finally finish this up, I ended up on Skid Row downtown where Godspoke to me, "Look around, Laurie - you're going to die out here anonymously if you don't turnaround and serve Me." I went home with a ministry from Orange County where I got clean andthen went to the LA Dream Center (you may remember them, they helped out some Katrinavictims and were on the news and Dr. Phil) where I began reaching out to both prostitute andpimps.One of the reasons I finally decided to write is because I want to give hope to people whoare involved with drugs or prostitution or are suicidal. I have been off of drugs and alcohol for over5 ½ years now and am reaching out to other people who are living the way I used to when Iwas on drugs.I have remarried a wonderful husband who I actually met at a tattoo parlor whileministering to people at tattoo shops on Hollywood boulevard. He gave his life to Jesus, and isnow serving God with me. (He also used to use drugs, has been in prison, etc.)We are starting anon profit ministry to specifically reach out to pimps, prostitutes, drug addicts' gang members andconvicts. I would also like to write a book (but I'm not exactly sure how to go about it) and a friendof mine has been working on an independent film/documentary about some of my experiencesand the power of God to change lives.I am HONORED to share my life with you and with anyoneelse. You can ask me anything - I am very open about the things I have done, the mistakes I'vemade and the PAIN I went through because of my own foolishness. I feel that if sharing mymistakes will help even just one person, it is all worth it. People, especially young people - who aredabbling with drugs and alcohol, need to see that there are consequences for our actions -not onlyphysical, but spiritual and emotional as well.People also need to know that there is HOPE. When Iwas strung out on heroin, I thought that I would never, ever be able to get off of it. Heroin is SOdifficult to get off of. I have met numerous heroin addicts, who believe the same thing I used tobelieve - that I would always be strung out and die a dope fiend, either overdosing or killing myselfone day. I want to show people that there is hope! If God could set me free, He can do it foranyone!God bless you!Laurie Ishii213-399-0057 (cell#)Daryl (husband's cell#) 213-361-0057749 East 84th St.Los Angeles, CA 90001I have never submitted anything to anyone about my suicide attempts, but yesterday I wrote toOprah. Your web site came up when I looked Oprah up. My biograhy is pretty much mystory/article above. I am now a missionary to the inner city, reaching out to drug addicts,prostitutes, pimps, convicts, etc. I have been clean for over 5 1/2 years and I love people. I amwilling to share anything about my life with other people if it may be of help. If you have anyquestions about my story and want referrences or need to contact people to confirm my story - Iwas in Cedar Sinai hospital in 1998. Going in and out of jail, my judeg at the time was JudgeStephen Marcus who started drug court and who works in CCB, the Criminal Courts Building ondowntown LA. I have been in numerous drug rehabs, Tarzana Hospital, Impact in Pasadena, theWalter Hoving Home, AADAP and also most of the hospitals in the LA, and some in the SouthBay and Valley hospitals. I do some speaking engagements at mostly churches, and really enjoyspeaking. I am grateful to God for sparing my life & give Him all the glory! Article Source:http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Laurie_Ishii URL: http://ezinearticles.com/?From-Drug-Addict-and-Prostitute-to-Missionary-and-Servant-of-

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