How the United States military saved me
From pedophilia
One thing I can't forgive! How pedophilia is a murder and how the United States Military saved me from being murdered.
The military did not just save my life, it gave my life back. I do what I do for veterans, as I thank God for making sure I had the proper tools for recovery. The Lord Jesus Christ puts plenty of things, in our way, as we journey on the path of the righteous, overcoming those obstacles whether they are the worst of the worst or just a bump in the road, we know that the Lord still loves us.
I have seen the arguments, both pro and con, about individuals who dress in drag and push their agendas to young children. Personally, I think it's appalling, causing young children to be confused about what gender they are and how they feel about seeing grown men acting like a female while wearing woman's clothes. Sure, I have been to a drag show, it was a folly, which was extremely popular and hilarious. There were no young children in attendance; however, where children were confused by what gender they were.
I have written several books and columns, to be honest, this will be the hardest thing I've had to write in my entire life. I must thank God every day for giving me the strength to be able to open myself to others and hopefully give someone else the strength to move forward in their lives. When I finally decided to tell my story, I felt such an inner peace, I wish I had done it a long time ago.
Deep down inside I knew I could help someone someday and, maybe just maybe, allow another individual to be able to come to terms, with the fact, you could still live a beautiful and loving life. The hardest thing that could ever happen to an individual is abuse, because if you're murdered you won't feel a thing for the rest of your life. When you have been sexually or physically abused by an individual who you should be able to trust or a stranger in the night, abuse is a lifetime of murders every single day.
A hero, I am not, I am an individual who has finally looked the devil in the eye and told him this is my now and I will not be afraid to take him on because, if I don't do that, I would let the SOB control my destiny and my life. I have worked so very hard to rise from the ashes like a phoenix and get back on the path of the righteous. Sure, I still have a long way to go, but what alternatives are there if I just give up again?
Allow me to tell you about when and why I gave up in the first place. I was 11 years old, enjoying a beautiful outing at a Cathedral camp. The camp was beautiful, and I had enjoyed the last three outings immensely serving with my fellow altar boys. I don't have to be graphic or go into too many details, but I will divulge this to all of you, no 11-year-old boy should have to experience abuse from a member of the clergy, and no 11-year-old should ever have to go through what happened that day. Being told that it is a sin and God will strike down my parents if I ever open my mouth, broke the wonderful and loving boy I was. I do not write this for sympathy, I write this to tell individuals with the same experience or experiences that they are not alone, and I pray for you always. You can always reach out to me individually whenever you believe you need someone to talk to or speak to a mental health professional. Do not suffer in silence because it will get you nowhere, believe me, it will get you nowhere.
When I was 11, the most popular child in class. I was intelligent, charming, the best athlete in school, and, most of all, I had the best family and friends someone could ask for. That all changed in less than 5 minutes. A happy and healthy 11-year-old lost his will to live. He did not want to be responsible for God striking down his beloved parents. Can you imagine an 11-year-old putting that much pressure on himself? I still cannot fathom what was running through my mind at the time. I became an introvert immediately. My parents started to wonder if I had a mental disease. There wasn't a person on earth who knew me, that did not believe something was so very wrong inside my head.
Sports became my saving grace, as well as noticing the girls blush and giggle when I would walk by them in the hallways at school. I started taking karate when I was 5, loving athletics. But I started to show aggressive behaviors on an athletic field, in the gym, and in the Dojo. I did not want to just win, I wanted to conquer, and conquer I did. By the time I graduated from high school, receiving a football scholarship, I was bitter and angry, hoping that I would personally receive discipline to control my anger by joining ROTC and the Army reserves.
My best friend, who was like a brother to me, took his own life in November of my senior of high school. Yes, he was abused by the same priest. Out of a high school class of 268 individuals 4 have committed suicide, and a 5th in individual is brain dead from an attempted suicide. Devastated and heartbroken, I didn't know if I wanted to live, at all, myself.
I left for boot camp a month before I graduated high school, finishing my course load early because I had to be back before the start of football camp, most of all, I just wanted to get out of where I lived.
When I came back from basic training, I was more disciplined with structure in my life than I could ever hope for. My confidence level went through the roof, unfortunately my confidence was shaken when in the middle of my senior year of college, I was sent to the Gulf.
I went to regular Army basic training, allowing me to be a commissioned officer at the end of my junior year of college. What should have been a wonderful accomplishment was derailed because I had to testify at the trial of a priest who had molested and raped altar boys. One of my classmates, who had committed suicide, left a note describing what he went through When he was an altar boy. The authorities went to me, and I had to tell everyone the whole story, absolutely crushing my parents’ spirit, filling them with such guilt, I don't know who had it tougher mentally, me or my parents. After I testified, I was able to look the SOB, who actually died of aids, straight in the eyes, hoping he knew I could never forgive, nor could I ever forget.
An exchange student, who lived with us my senior year, helped me heal, as eventually, she ended up staying and became my fiancée after I graduated college and started my career as a professional athlete. Six weeks before we were married, four years later, we found out that she had an inoperable brain tumor. We went through with the wedding, and I loved her, with all my heart, until she passed 17 months later.
My dad and I went for a walk about a month after she passed. He told me he knew exactly what I was going through. I told him there was no way that he knew. My dad opened up to me and told me his first wife died six weeks after he married, his wife dying of an aneurysm. I felt God sent me an angels’ message because at the time I didn't want to live anymore. My father willed me to give life another chance. I am ever so grateful that he opened up to me.
I started studying to get my degree in psychology After my father spoke to me. I now have one PhD in psychology and a PhD in theology. Regardless of who had caused me so much pain as an 11 year old, I felt that someone had to stand up for the abused. Several times a month I speak at churches or survivors’ groups to tell my story. During my education there were so many times I thought back to when I was a soldier, a time where you overcome your fears and thrive and flourish. I could not have done, nor could I be the man I am today without my military training and the confidence that it brought me. I owe the United States military everything, especially for giving me the confidence to fight no matter how low or hurt or in pain you are in.
I have a new novel coming out very soon based on my experiences that I have briefly touched on in this article. I will forever raise money for veterans of our Armed Services, because I feel I owe the military everything as they have given everything to me. My father was a soldier, my grandfathers were soldiers, and my great grandfather was a soldier. It gives me great pride that I can keep protecting this country as I work diligently to help the American soldier and veteran. But I will be damned if anyone thinks I am going to allow children to be confused with their gender by drag Queens and I will also be damned if I'm going to allow pedophilia and human trafficking to rip through this nation. It will be over my veteran body that I will allow that!
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