Lawrence Carter:  

Elder Lawrence Carter House of Prophecies and Prayer 2 Berkeley Street Norwalk, Ct 06851 Prophet Sadie Miles- Pastor From death to a new life The Devil was my Shepard I had no hope, he maketh me to lie down in the ghettos full of crime, and dope He leadeth me to destruction, and weakens my soul He breaketh my emotions, and fills them full of holes He leadeth me through the paths of wickedness for his name sake Destroying my image, my life is at stake Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for the Devil is with me, and his drugs shall comfort me He prepareth a table before me in the presence of my victims He anointed my head with their blood, my cup runneth over In my life I shall lie, cheat, and steal all of my days I shall dwell in the streets; my number comes in the thousands For there is no love, and the important thing is getting drugs. Advocate to Psalms: 23 Drug and Booze Lib I lived in New Rochelle, New York during my childhood years, I was a foster kid raised in a wonderful home of two beautiful people, Mr. & Mrs. E Rucker. They adopted me through an agency in White Plains which was the general office for foster care of misfortunate children. Prior to my adoption, I was forsaken and grew up in an unfit home which affected my health because of the lack of food, vitamins and nourishment. I was placed in a “death bound” situation that almost took my life but gracefully I escaped death clutches into the hands of tender love and care of my new home. As the years passed on, I made several friends with the other children alongside a brother, whom also, was given the chance to escape the torment we were once going to encounter. At the age of six, I was playing in the park and was enticed by a man, whom all of the other kids were familiar with except I, to go into the woods with him which resulted in me being molested. Thereafter, I carried a very shameful expression that plagued my life for years thereafter. Occurrences of this sort are happening all the time to young boys and girls but will they have the courage to tell someone? No, but why? Because of this, I found myself indulging into phases that haunted me even into my teenage years. I felt very uncomfortable around the opposite sex because of the horror that afflicted me mind. I was a much stressed young man but it was only the beginning of my sorrows. I began taking drugs and smoking Pot to ease my troubled mind but it made matters even worse. I was mainline heavily on heroin, whereas I began to create in my mind, heroin as a goal for survival but it was only a temporary aid. I figured that the sensation of getting high would conceal my misery, conquer my fear and overwhelm anger. Therefore, I worked myself overtime to get that high, and drinking all types of liquor was the major source that relieved the stress but failed to notice the hidden pain within. So I would make a higher grade in taking drugs that seemed stronger than the other because I was so stressed that my main focus was on the hell and torment I encountered as a youngster. I felt that I have had none other choice but to search for another “source of achievement” or to be much blunter, the hard stuff. Several years passed by and I began to realize that there was no end to this situation, thereby, going into a manic state; drinking booze like mad, popping all kinds of pills, smoking pot excessively, and shooting up on drugs was a regular to where my body became immune, affecting my body in no type of way. My life was heading for total destruction, my self esteem was at a time all-time low, my heart was hardened and I didn’t care about anyone or anything. I found myself in joints all around the county and nearby states, crying with my face in between the pillows, feeling pitiful because the world has rejected me. As I suffered, I had none to express myself to nor did anyone care, such as doctors in human service agencies and ministers. When I was released from prison, I moved to another area to stay out of the trouble but it only delayed the process of getting more drugs. After three years, I was 23 years old and got married, and we had our son. I figured that I could forget my past by raising a family but the past always lingers around. Circumstances caused me to attempt suicide by taking various drugs such as; amphetamines, sniffing vapors, and a hard line of alcohol which resulting in hallucinations. I became an abusive husband towards my wife and child. I hated this life that I was living but it was inescapable for the reason that it was I that I couldn’t cope with. Soon my wife was fed up with the way we were living and she told me that she would leave, and I had to wise up because I knew that my life was truly over without her presence. I was angry with myself but I loved them dearly. At the church she attended, she requested that the congregation pray for me because she didn’t know where the actual source of my anger originated, she figured that I took a severe drug that affected my behavior but it was my soul that was in damnation, my coordination was off and the very thing that I nee...Expand for more