It was so dark as I walked along the street that I couldn’t see the ground. Then I heard a voice, as if someone were talking right next to me. “You are God’s loved child,” it said.
I was 15 years old, and I was walking with my friends to the closest convenience store so we could find someone to buy us beer. We had smoked all the marijuana we had, and we were thirsty.
Smoking marijuana, drinking alcohol, and consuming other illegal drugs had become a regular activity for us. But this night was different. As we walked in the dark, I heard the “voice.” I turned to see who was speaking, but no one was there.
