A Child with Problems: God redeemed me from...
1960s: Elementary School: I was the “scapegoat”. The other children always laughed at me and tried to make me cry (which wasn’t hard-I cried all the time). Even teachers made fun of me. I hated school. It was torture.
My first grade teacher (Mrs. Gross) told my mother I was severely retarded and would never learn anything. I should be institutionalized. My third grade teacher (Mrs. Bates) told my mother I had severe emotional problems and should see a psychiatrist. My Mom couldn’t afford it. I was always the last one picked to be on a team in PE.
I was always the one kids wanted to beat up after school and the one bullied and tormented. I walked funny, dressed funny, ate funny and had no friends. No one at school wanted to be seen with me. At church it was the same thing. The other kids laughed at me and thought I was a joke. In spite of this, at church somehow, I sensed the presence of God
My first grade teacher (Mrs. Gross) told my mother I was severely retarded and would never learn anything. I should be institutionalized. My third grade teacher (Mrs. Bates) told my mother I had severe emotional problems and should see a psychiatrist. My Mom couldn’t afford it. I was always the last one picked to be on a team in PE.
I was always the one kids wanted to beat up after school and the one bullied and tormented. I walked funny, dressed funny, ate funny and had no friends. No one at school wanted to be seen with me. At church it was the same thing. The other kids laughed at me and thought I was a joke. In spite of this, at church somehow, I sensed the presence of God
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