My testimony: Part 2

Sorry it took so long to get the second part up here.

My father's neck is always at an angle, so he had to learn how to walk differently than we do. He would lose balance and fall a lot when he was first learning to walk. One day when he was about 4, he was going down the stairs, and he lost his balance, and fell down them. In the 60's, the drainpipes were always near the bottom of the stairs. Nana said she heard a sound like an egg cracking. Dad's head had hit the drainpipe, and he had split his skull open. In the ambulance, he was trying to fall asleep, but if he had have, his brain would have swelled and he would have died. He was living in Toronto at the time, and had been told if anyone tried to take off his pants, to stop them. His reaction was always to fight them off. So the nurse in the ambulance kept trying to pull his pants down, and he'd wake up and swing at them. It kept him alive long enough to get to the hospital and get his skull back together.

I wish I could say that Dad went through only that, but I'd be lying if I did that. Dad did not have the best relationship with his father, and it came down to almost a punching match between the two of them as Dad grew. My grandfather used to be an alcoholic, and Dad was not his favourite. By the time Dad was 16, he had moved out on his own. He rejected God for many reasons, and got into the creepy things like Satanism and the occult. He still remembers to this day the day he asked Satan into his life. There came a point that every Christian who knew Dad called him "unreachable". I don't remember how, but Dad started to go to a certain church, since he'd been in church before, and realized that he was in the wrong. He repented, and began to search for God, and his way.

Next part sooner than the last one I hope