Generation of God

22/09/2025

I had it all - a good job, a loving family, and a promising future. However, my life took a drastic turn when I got hooked on sports betting. At first, it was just a harmless pastime, but soon it became an addiction that consumed me. I would bet on anything, from football to basketball, and would often find myself chasing losses, convinced that the next big win was just around the corner.

As the months went by, my addiction took a toll on my life. I lost my job due to poor performance, my relationships with my family and friends began to fray, and I found myself in deep financial trouble. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't seem to shake off the habit. I would promise myself that I would stop, but the urge to place the next bet was always too strong.

One day, my world came crashing down. My wife, tired of the lies and broken promises, left me, taking our children with her. I was devastated. I hit rock bottom, realizing that I had lost everything that truly mattered to me.

In desperation, I turned to a friend who had been inviting me to church for months. I had always dismissed the idea, but now I was willing to try anything. At first, it was tough for me to accept the idea of a higher power, but the kindness and genuine concern of the people at church touched my heart.

As I began to attend church regularly, I started to learn about the teachings of Christ. I was particularly drawn to the story of the prodigal son, who had squandered his inheritance on reckless living, only to be welcomed back with open arms by his father. I saw myself in that story and began to hope that I too could find redemption.

My journey wasn't easy. There were times when the urge to gamble was overwhelming, and I had to rely on my newfound faith to get me through. I found solace in prayer and scripture, and slowly but surely, I began to rebuild my life.

With the support of my church community, I started to rebuild my relationships with my family. My wife saw the change in me and began to trust me again. We started counseling, and eventually, we were reunited.

I also found a new job, one that allowed me to use my skills in a more positive way. I became a counselor for people struggling with addiction, using my own experiences to help others. I found purpose in my new role and was able to make amends for my past mistakes.

Years went by, and my life transformed. I became a pillar in my community, known for my kindness and generosity. My wife and I rebuilt our life together, and our children grew up with a stable and loving home.

My story is a testament to the power of redemption and the transformative impact of faith. I went from being an addicted gambler to a new man, with a renewed sense of purpose and direction. I never forgot where I came from and continued to share my story with others, inspiring them to seek help and find hope in their own struggles.

shun gambling ..
My true story

15/09/2025

I was only 12 years old when my parents fell ill. My father had a chronic disease, and my mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness. As their conditions worsened, I became their primary caregiver, sacrificing my childhood to tend to their needs. Despite their struggles, my friends and relatives seemed to disappear, unwilling to lend a helping hand. They would occasionally visit, offer empty words of encouragement, and leave, leaving me to bear the burden alone. As the months went by, my parents' health declined rapidly. My father passed away first, leaving me heartbroken and alone. My mother followed shortly after, leaving me an orphan. The day after the funeral, my friends and relatives started to flock around me, offering condolences and promises of support. They brought food, clothes, and other essentials, but it was all too late. I had already lost the people I loved most, and their help couldn't bring them back. I felt bitter and resentful, wondering why they hadn't shown up when I needed them most. I realized that some people only offer help when it's convenient or when they feel like it, not when it's truly needed. As time went on, I learned to rely on myself and found ways to cope with my loss. I grew stronger and more resilient, but the pain of my parents' passing and the abandonment by those I thought cared about me left a lasting scar. .. ..

14/09/2025

thank God we not in the hospital

12/06/2025