I was raised Catholic but I thought of God only as angry about how I was living. I never thought of Jesus. At 24 I had already attempted suicide and believed that I had irrevocably damaged my brain with drugs. I had hit bottom.

I visited my brother John in Albuquerque in August of 1975 and heard the Gospel at many places he took me. One night he asked me several questions and said “Frank, praise the Lord, I think you’ve just been saved.” He had been very kind and I didn’t want to offend him, so I decided to check this out for myself and began reading the bible. Shortly after that I felt a thought welling up from deep inside me that I just had to express “John, I think I’m gonna get better.” That was the first positive thought I had had in a long time.

Today I am disabled but also blessed. I am able to see God’s help in my life every day. He isn’t finished with me yet.