I committed suicide in 2015. I drank a 5th of whiskey, a bottle of wine while downing 30 serequel pills and 20 clonopin pills.
While I was waiting to pass out and never wake up, a voice told me "Michael. call 911" I was almost incoherent in my thoughts. The voice was insistent now "Michael, call 911". I never talked to myself in the 3rd person. It was weird.
I looked at my hand. The phone was there. I was never a phone person. I don't know where it came from. I dialed 911.
I explained to the person I had done the pills and drink. She asked if I could make it to the door. I said I could. I walked to the door and went outside. There was a police car driving up at that same moment.
It was as if it was meant to happen. He asked for my ID. I gave it to him. Then I was gone. I remember a little about being transferred to an ambulance.
I woke in a hospital bed 2 days later. I was happy. I could not understand it. I was happy. I felt good. I was telling jokes and having a good talk with the hospital staff as they were getting me ready to be transferred to a mental hospital.
I finally understood how the Lord saved me. I have never been the same, since. I can't explain it. I was saved and saved. I am not worthy but I was spared hell. I got healthy. I went from 250lbs to 170. I read my bible. My non military PTSD was a thing I could deal with without pharma.
I now take no meds. So, here I am, alone, no need for social appeasement. Only to gather the lay of the land and make dumb posts, sometimes. May you all be blessed as I have been. Thank you, Lord.
I joined Twitter in 2009. I really never posted. Didn’t know how it worked.
Then in late December, 2015, I was watching TV and saw Hillary Clinton speaking at some college and saying, “To every survivor of sexual assault, you have the right to be believed. We’re with you.” — Hillary
I could’ve believe it!! She really didn’t just say that…. Did she??? Come to find out, she was repeating a tweet she posted a-couple of months earlier. I wasn’t active on Twitter and never saw it.
I tried to tweet a reply but it wouldn’t post. I didn’t know there was a character limit.
So…. What do old folks do when they need help with social media??? Yep, I called my 11 yo grandson.
He walked me through the process not knowing what I planned to tweet.
On 1-06-16 …. I typed out my reply to Hillary….. Looked it over carefully and thought….. it’s truthful and says what I’ve been saying since the late 90’s.
I clicked “tweet” ……. and all hell broke loose. Within minutes my phone was ringing off the wall with voicemails from reporters.
About the 3rd or 4th call was from my son, an attorney. I picked it up and he said, “ Mom, what did you do?” I replied, “I have no idea.”
I didn’t. I had no idea the power of Twitter……that Twitter was instantly and worldwide. So began my X (twitter) life.
Hillary Clinton IS a demon. A child torturing, Ambassador murdering, Haitian money thieving, gun smuggling, traitorous racist piece of shit pure evil demon
And no one paid me to say this shit
@CrackerBarrel It’s not just about the logo. We want the entire place to stay the same. Don’t think you can just appease us with one thing. Leave Cracker Barrel the way it is, inside and out.
@peace_814@JustSoDuckie@GeneralMCNews The irony of the fact that people in other countries can learn English for a job but people that want to live here so badly just simply can not do it and won’t fully integrate into the society that they chose to live in. Instead they come into our homes and tell us to change.
@Diana15693907@GeneralMCNews Maybe they should learn the language of their new community, like you’re expected to do in every other country in the world.