When I was going to get married, I said thanks to God everyday because I thought I was so lucky in my life. When I was married and housband started beating me and other things, I demand God to stop it, but nothing happens. Sometime after I demand God to have a baby, someone that loved me without hurt me, and someone to give my love. Someone I could stay with, because I had lost all the contact with friends or family. God listened to me and give me a son. When I get pregnant I runaway from my housband, I didn't want that kind of life for my baby. But he found me everytime, and the last time, when my son had some months. The result was that son was died and I stayed in hospital for a long time, I have some bones damages, my hands were damaged, my liver was damaged... Now I'm alive, but there are some days in which I can not walk because legs hurts so much, there are days in wich I can not use too much my hands because it hurts, a lot of days I have to go to the hospital because I have problems with liver, I'm not able to have a normal conversation with a man because I'm afraid everytime that a man next to me move their hands... I was lost, I was in the wrong way, and I haven't got the helped that I needed. I think that my life is worse now than before. I could live with a man beating me everyday, it's hard but I would be able to life with it all my life, but now I can't live so much time in my situation. And why? I don't know, I can't see the God's hand and help in my life.

Check it. A disillusioned young man, aged about 20, was pissed off at his life. He saw himself getting sucked in to a job that he knew he would find ultimately unsuitable and annoying, he was crapping out in school, and felt a need to get out there and do something that mattered to somebody. He asked God for a direction to go in. God answered the young man in a most unusual way. He sent in the Marines. Mere days after the young man asked God for a direction he had a seemingly chance encounter with a recruiter and a couple months later the young man found himself in San Diego getting yelled at. As time went on the young man found abilities he never knew existed and a toughness of mind and body that his friends and family never knew about. He also met many people that echo in his everyday life through the perspective gained from having encountered them, the oddest being a young man like himself who told him he didn't believe in God. The two Marines talked and something changed in both men as they talked. The strange post-text to their conversation is that one of them would be dead within a year. The other one is me. I always drift back to these events when I find myself wanting some guidance...