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I was constantly reminded of what a worthless no-good child I was.
I am 29 years old and from highly dysfunctional family. My mother was a drugaddict prostitute and my daddy was her pimp. By the time I was born, shewas retired from her active lifestyle and my daddy was a mystery man. Shewas 23 with five kids to raise and not educated.
Devastated and frightened by the economy on her back, she embraced her oldlifestyle in a different manner – She found one man with a good paying jobshe could manipulate out of his funds.
Her favorite hobby became verbal abuse of her children. This vas the worstthing that ever happened to me growing up. I was constantly reminded of whata worthless no-good child I was.
At the age of 7, my mother called me into her room to ask if I knew who Iwas. When I could not answer she took delight in telling me that I was theodd ball – the black sheep – the child she wished was dead – the child bornfrom the man she hated. She told me I would probably end up a drug addictprostitute. By the time I was 19 years old I had a full blown crack habitand had been arrested 17 times. I was placed in a mental hospital at leastfive times and diagnosed as a manic depressed person with chronic mood swings.
This set the stage for drastic self abuse. I was in and out of drugrehabilitation at least 18 times. Nothing worked for me. I had a historyof countless suicide attempts on my journey down skid row. I had no ideathat one gray day while on a drug mission, I would be arrested and thrownin jail for the 22nd or 23rd time.
That would be the best thing that ever happened to me – that I would beintroduced to my real Father and told about the undying love He has for me…
It was explained to me that he died for everything I did out there on thestreets. Every time death passed me by, it was because I was worth somethingto God. I was told that all things work together for the good of those wholove the Lord according to his purpose. Every bad thing that ever happenedto me was initiated by Satan and my mother was under his attack.
It was there in the Genesee County jail that the dark clouds that hoveredover my life turned to sunshine. It was there in the jail that I confessedJesus as my Lord and Savior He opened up doors that had been bolted shutand He allowed me to live through Him.
He told me that life appeared to be vicious to me. Everything that I hadto suffer through was to prepare me to battle with the devil in a mightywar. He said He had a job for me and it required experience. He told me thatmy job would be to Love and Minister to the Chiquita’s of the world. I hadbeen spared because I had been chosen.
I would like to thank F. M. M. and Sheriff Joe Wilson and all their supporterswho will always have a special place in my heart. Because of your obedienceto the Lord, you helped to usher sunshine into my dark world.
Today I am a Holy Woman of God with morals, values and principles. I’ve gottenmy son back and am a great mom. My son is three years old and all he knowsis Christ. When he is not feeling well, he comes to me and says, “Come on,Momma, let’s pray”. He even knows the power of laying on hands.
I work and I go to school. Things I used to dream about happening in my lifehave come to pass. Every one of you is an indirect part of our happinessMost of all, I would like to thank my Father who will always have a placein my heart.
Chitquita Kidd