How I Met JESUS,My Love

I met Jesus , the Love of my life , more than five years ago. But before coming to that point , let me tell you how I got there , by telling you about my earlier life . My name is Habib BLAYO , born on October 23 , 1973 in N'djamena , Chad , Africa . From a very early age , I made a habit of lying to get attention , and lying became to me as natural as breathing , to the point where I could not even differentiate between my lies and reality . Throughout the years , in spite of all my parents' efforts to correct me , I stayed on that track . Years later , my parents sent me to France to attend high school in a boarding school in Pontoise , a suburb of Paris . A year later, I smoked my first cigarette and soon began increasing my daily consumption , all because I wanted to look "cool" and fit in . After I finished high school , I attended college in Mougins , southern France . There , during a party , I tasted what the Basks call "calimucho" , a mix of win and coke , and I just fell in love with it . Pretty soon , I became an alcoholic , I could not go a day without drinking something "rough" that could enable me to act wildly and feel "good" and "cool" at the same time . Later , I tasted hashish and fell madly in love with it also . I gradually increased my consumption of alcohol , hashish and cigarettes to a point where I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day ! Logically , it began to show in my grades . In 1995 , I transferred to a university in Melbourne , Florida , USA . There , I discovered marijuana and immediately became addicted to it ; later , I added cocaine , ecstasy , hallucinogenic mushrooms and even prescription pain killers to my choice list . There came a point where all I wanted was to get high and drunk , that was in 1997. The money received from my father went directly to satisfy these needs , and pretty soon I stopped going to class altogether , even though my father paid the tuition fees . During that time , I began to breathe hatred ; I threatened to kill people and I really meant it : if I had a gun at that time , I would have murdered a few people who ,I felt , had wronged me . I started enjoying hurting people's feelings so as to break their spirit . During that period of my life , the lies and the hypocrisy reached an all time high , you could say that everything about me was evil , truly . I was a thief , a burglar and my heart was darker than the darkest night . In december of 1999 , realizing that , if I stayed in Melbourne , I would either end up dead or in jail , I decided to move to Jersey City , and then on to New York , where things kept on going a little more downhill with the passing time . Then , in may of 2002 , I started thinking about my life and all the missed opportunities , and quickly came to the conclusion that I was a failure that would not have been missed if I had never existed . I decided to commit suicide : I would go to the Brooklyn bridge , smoke one last marijuana joint , listen to my favorite "gangsta rap" and throw myself into the water to drown . As I was having these thoughts , suddenly , something illogical and unexplainable happened : I felt a powerful , loving presence in and around me and pretty soon , the will to live came back into me , and I even started smiling again , something that had not happened in ages !To me , this presence could only be my black ancestors because I thought only they could love me this way ; soon

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