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One of the women was a employee at work. The Board of Directors called me in. After questioning me about this they terminated my employment, effective immediately.
My dad committed the crime of first degree murder on August 14, 1996, which is my birthday, and he went to prison.
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.
"I started my speech to the parole board by stating; ‘I’m guilty of murder too, and the father of the person I killed forgave me and welcomed me into his family. So, who am I to not extend that same forgiveness to her?"
When a child grows up thinking abuse is what love from a parent looks like, you don’t know it’s so horrifically wrong until someone else tells you.
“Mr. Henson, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but I wish you’d tell me. Your blood is better than mine.
I should have been killed. I should have been thrown into trees or paralyzed, but by the grace of God I was spared.
"When I gave my life to Jesus he started dealing with the fears I had. Other things started changing as well. And I found that what once was an object of hate became an object of compassion."
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
"I was mad at my dad for destroying my family. He had taught me homosexual behavior was a sin. He had instilled in me that homosexuality was wrong, and suddenly he was trying to get me to justify it."