I must finish telling you the "Angel Dust" story.

Go back to the part where I was describing being robbed by this hooligan.  There is a great back story to this story.  Several months before this incident I was forewarned by GOD Him self.  GOD spoke to me, just as clearly.  I knew it was GOD.  I never doubted.  I was never puzzled.

I was driving south on I-20, returning to Atlanta after a brief visit with my "mother" in North Carolina.  It was 1978.  I had just completed a fellowship in African-American Studies.  Had been hired by Fulton County to teach social studies in the "Golden Ghetto", Sandy Springs.

My kind "mother" volunteered to loan me her Cadillac to drive for a while.  I had my own car, but who would not want to drive a car far above their station in life?  I worked in an "all white" school.  Some of the people were down right unfriendly.  I learned from my "mother" a good way to piss off your enemies is to drive a better car, or wear more expensive clothes.  (Not a criticism, just an observation)

GOD said; "Baby, (yes GOD calls me baby, daughter and baby girl sometime) you better be careful!  Someone is going to rip you off.  They may even hurt you.  They may take your life."  I called my mother just as soon as I got back home.  I explained the situation to her.  She didn't seem to interested.   I told her I needed to move immediately.  She groaned about not having any money and she was damn sick and tired of my broke a** always begging her for money.  My grandfather was still living.  I knew that I could have asked him for the money.  For some reason I neglected to tell him.

Sure enough, exactly two months later, this scum bag is in my apartment robbing me.  I could tell by his imprint on my cheap couch, he had been in my apartment all day.  He was in my apartment robbing me all day long.  He drank up all my wine.  I was a young pretty thing and if a young man came to see me, if he came to call on me, he had to bring me something.  (My mother taught me that)

It was not all of my wine that kept him there.  It was my drugs.  I had a stash.  My sweet "mother" smuggled drugs from her job at Womack Army Hospital for me.  She was just helping me.  The doctor prescribed Valium and Librium and Emporium for my muscle spasms.  My kind caring "mother" kept me hooked up.

Well this hooligan stole ever pill I had!  He went in my Bible and took my money.  I had an extensive jewelry collection.  He took all my stearling silver.   He wasn't too dumb either.  He left all of the junk.  His greatest prize was my pistol.  It was a .38 Smith and Wesson or H and R, I'm not sure right now.   I do remember I had it loaded with hollow point bullets.

I swooned when I realized my fiasco at the front door, my searching for keys and making all that noise, gave this no account thief  time.  He had time to decide if he wanted to kill me with my own gun.  He had time to decide to let me live and to flee.

The nice College Park policeman that came to my rescue scolded me. "Young lady. I am a father,  and I will tell you , don't you ever rent a first floor apartment that backs up to the woods!  People watch you (baby).  People take note of your coming and going."

That was the hand of GOD.  GOD protected and guided me.  He always has and He always will.  PTL!!!

If you can't hear GOD's Holy voice in your ear, it is not that He is not talking.  You are not listening.  The devil has you distracted, that magican, that charlatan has your eyes focused on the wrong thing.

I am glad GOD never gets tired of throwing out life lines.  May you grab hold of yours one day.  May you finally hear His voice.

Be abundantly blessed!