Years ago I was so intimidated by people that I would actually hide in the bathroom at parties. I felt inadequate and lacked confidence. My grades in school were average, and I was not accepted at the Ivy League university my father, uncles, and grandfather had attended. Even though I was accepted at a fine university (primarily on the strength of connections), this was devastating.
My college experience involved drugs, alcohol, immorality, and, again, a poor academic performance. When I graduated—barely—I had no idea which career to pursue. My mental state was extremely fragile. I was unemployed, living with my parents, and I felt they were disappointed in me. In desperation, I reached out to God to ask for a sign that there was, indeed, a divine source and creator.
Shortly afterward, as I was lying in bed one evening, counting my blessings, I suddenly felt the embrace of a powerful, comforting presence. I felt peace, exhilaration, and power. A tooth problem I’d been suffering from was instantaneously healed. At that moment I knew there was a God, a loving God.
