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Never Ask God For Something That You



                                           Are Not Ready



         Never Ask God For Something That You Are Not Ready To Receive

         This is a true story the events that took place that day are real and in no way
         fabricated nor exaggerated.
         Waking up the morning of June first 1999 seven days before my wife Tonya’s

         27th birthday was pretty much like any other morning. I was still a little bit tired
         because I had stayed up late the night before. But all in all it started out ok.

         Little did I know the events that were to occur later that day would affect my
         life forever?

         Now before I go any farther let me explain a little bit about my wife. Tonya was a
         young woman of 26 years old. She had struggled for quite some time with

         Alcoholism, Drug addiction, depression, and a mental disorder known as
         schizoaffective disorder that was well on its way to becoming full blown
         Schizophrenia.

         In case you are unfamiliar with schizoaffective disorder. The most prevalent
         features are depression, delusions and hallucinations.

         Tonya was doing wonderful though; she was taking her medication and was episode
         free for quite some time. She had even managed to stay drink and drug free for

         eight months. But that morning shortly after breakfast all that changed.
         I had just cleared the table and went in to the bedroom to fine Tonya sitting on

         the bed shaking and crying, in a panic.
         I asked her what was wrong. Her reply made my heart sink and just plain freaked
         me out.

         She replied, I am dead. Rather shocked from her answer I asked, what are you
         talking about. She didn’t seem to understand my question and continued. I’m dead

         and so is my father and they put my back together using his body parts.
         I realized then what was happening. She was having a hallucination. She had

         become delusional.
         I sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand and assured her that she

         was very much alive and so was Oh can we go see him? She asked wanting proof
         that in fact her father was not dead.
         Wanting desperately to bring some reality back to her I agreed and off to her

         parents’ house we went.
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