I didnt believe that a person called God was real. Why did he let men take my body from me, having nothing to feel? My dad died when I was seven; he was a trucker. I sometimes wonder if he went to heaven, leaving my mom with six kids to raise not knowing where our next meal would come from. She did her best and for that, I praise her. After being married twice by men who were mean, I felt something was wrong with me. I met Matthew and his whole family. They told me I wasnt responsible for things done to me, only by me. Matthew asked me to go to the cowboy church one time, and if I didnt like it and didnt want to go again, then he wouldnt mind.