William Covington:  

GodsChilds¿s Testimony Current mood: thankful Category: Life ¿GodsChild¿ He who covers his sins will not prosper, But whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy. "Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom." Prov. 28:13; Luke 23:42 .. Life After Death, a Testimony(in progress) by William R. Covington Hello,my friends call me Billyray. I am a recovering alcoholic /drug addict.My new birthday, Oct.20 2006 is the day I decided to turn my will and life over to God as I understand him.My real b-day is Aug.23 1961 and for about 36 of those years i was a hard core drinker and drug abuser.The last ten or so of these years i began using I.V. drugs.By all means i should not be alive,but I believe God has kept me going to tell my story, with hopes it will send a message to those who still suffer from the disease of addiction, and there "IS" HOPE amongst the turmoil.My name is William Raymond Covington and this is my testimony, may it remind me that i am, and ALWAYS will be just one drink away from a tragic ending . Thank you Lord for saving me! It's only by the grace of GOD ,I am able to sit here today and write these words of LIFE, for I also experienced DEATH Aug.3rd of 1983 when I wrapped my car around a telephone pole at 90+. I witnessed a "DREAM" or as some might call it,an "out of body experience".I remember looking down at the paramedics as they were removing me from the passenger side to the back board.Then began my journey through the "light"... as if I were in a fog, the sun was trying to burn off.For some reason I thought I was at the zoo, I glanced down to my right side,and holding my hand was my first born daughter Elizabeth Ann Covington?. I could hear her small voice calling to me saying"daddy... time to go home now!" as she led me away from "the light".Her mother,completely fed up with my drunken stupidity , came to see me shortly out of my coma, just to serve me with divorce papers, and asked me to sign away custody.I went through a year of physical rehab to fix my broken body, but nothing could fix my heart(so i thought)This is when my drinking went to a new level, two fifths of Jack a day...Let me back up a bit and tell you a little about my childhood.My drinking,aside from the occasional drink my dad would give me(under protest from mom of course), started when I was able to reach the kitchen table.My parents would have poker parties,outdoor bbq's and camp trips and after everyone had gone for the night, mom and dad off to bed(usually after a loud argument or physical fight over something stupid) i would go in and drink what was left on the tables or wherever i could find this scrumptious delight..As i grew older and my thirst for this powerful spirit grew stronger I began taking from their liquor stash(replacing with water),and sneaking out to find older people to hang out with and supply me with beer(C.B. radio's were the chat boxes back then).I soon began having trouble in school and at home so I ran away and decided to live life on the streets. I became very good at getting into the bars as early as 15, but this came with grave consequences...Here is one example; One night i was invited to an after hours party at a Bar owners house.When i got there i was treated like a "cool" dude and handed a drink which i chugged heatedly.About an hour later, after the drugs they spiked that first drink with took effect, i was repeatedly raped by him and another man. I recall afterward s, there was a large swimming pool in the backyard , I jumped in, sinking to the bottom wanting to drown I heard a voice.The Lord spoke to me and said i must go on.The guilt and shame of that unspeakable night, followed me through my entire life leaving me a very bitter shell-of-a-man. I could never find it in me to tell anyone what had happened,and of all people i should have been able to tell my wife, for we were very much in love. I haven't seen or spoke with my oldest daughter since 1985, the year they moved from Tucson to start a new life with Nancy's new husband.Just this year(2007) after an extensive search and with GOD's help I located them and I found the strength to pick up the phone.I spoke to her mom...she said Elizabeth wanted nothing to do with me,then told me I have a granddaughter.I pray now and every day, that I will meet them and hope she contacts her 6 half brothers and a half sister.She should also know she has another brother her mom and I gave up for adoption at birth to ST.Francis church in Tucson Az.Thank you Lord for the strength i needed to carry .. my divorce I continued to drink, going from one job to the next.I was hanging out with my aunt and uncle,they were now supplying the beer.One night my uncle left for work and as usual my my aunt and I starting drinking ,and I confided in her about my being molested.Our relationship got real deep after that and one drunk led to another and we ended up in bed together.Being raised a Catholic, in a big church, I new this was wrong so I left and again stayed out on the streets.A couple nights later I ran into an old high school buddy that had a diving accident in the navy rendering him a quadriplegic .I soon moved in with him and this is when i was introduced to marijuana and LSD.But not just any weed, see he was getting quite a bit of money from the government and scored only the best buds,hash,spears,sticks and hash oil and all types of devices to smoke from, every day. Then the cocaine started fallen like snow and I learned what freebase was.Man i thought i was in heaven.Drugs,booze,girls,bands this was the life,so I thought, that was going to make the past go away! Then one night, as a party was brewing,my aunt Sharon called and said she really wanted to see me,so I told her "I wasn't able to get away from the house(because I wanted to get high) and I will call her in the morning".That night she put a 22cal. pistol to her head and took her life,leaving a husband and three children. Somewhere amidst all the shame, grief,self pity and 2 fifths of Jack a day I met my son, Aaron Ray Harris' mother Cheryl Ann Harris.She seemed really nice so I continued to see her and we did our share of partying.But she had her demons too, for her father molested her, her sister and probably her two brothers during their childhood.I convinced them to file charges because I new what it was like to be violated.They did and he was sentenced to prison for 7 years,later released after 6months for good behavior.I was so angry with the system, for the first time in my life I wanted to honestly kill a man.So i left the relationship(before I got stupid ) only passing through from time to time .She eventually passed away from cystic fibrosis,a lung death(God rest her soul).Please forgive me Lord! Then I met Lisa Renee' . Her and i fell madly in love.I was homeless at the time, living in a riverbed and realized i wanted a life with her.I eventually found a decent job building homes and working nights at Chevron.We got a trailer together and life was good, so I thought.See she new what freebase was and had her own little monkey and i was still a drunk.Then I met a Mexican guy living in the same trailer park, who always had pot and wanted to trade for cocaine.So I became the middleman for Lisa's friends,who always had bricks of the shiny white substance and Pedro who always had truck loads of pot for trade. Then he and i started going back and forth across the border of Mexico... an...Expand for more