Alcohol Was Killing Me,
But Jesus Saved ME!
Hello, my name is Hector Fonseca a student at Turning Point Ministries, I am going on 15 months at Turning Point.
I decided to stick around for my internship and give back to the ministry. I give all thanks to God for saving me through Jesus Christ. I heard about Turing Point through the outreach on Sundays that Pastor Rudy does.
Alcohol stopped the pain I felt inside, but I never realized it was killing me slowly. In 2007 I was a single dad raising 5 kids to the best that I could and it was far from easy. I didn't know how to be a father, but I was doing better than my wife at the time. After a couple of years when I thought I had it all under control, I began to drink heavily. My kids ended up having to help at times.
The pain of childhood trauma, and that my ex-wife was lost in the streets on meth haunted me daily. But for some reason I could not see that my kids were more important than my pain.
I would go to church for a while then fall right back always feeling a shame and regret. Then I met my second wife and messed that up as well, even losing my kids. My oldest son, for whatever reason, stood by my side. He was 22 and he tried to make sure I did not get lost or kill myself. As long as he was next to me it seemed ok, but I was hurting him.
The time came when I was running out of family support because I burned them so many times. They wanted nothing to do with me.
At times alone I cried out to God. Looking at myself in the mirror I was drunk, I was tired of it all and wanted a better life. One night, I drove to Turning Point, not really seeing what God had for me, but I knew I needed help.
My heart was hardened I wanted to fight, but the fight I had was within. I did not think God loved me, but that was so far from the truth.
I decided to stick around for my internship and give back to the ministry. I give all thanks to God for saving me through Jesus Christ. I heard about Turing Point through the outreach on Sundays that Pastor Rudy does.
Alcohol stopped the pain I felt inside, but I never realized it was killing me slowly. In 2007 I was a single dad raising 5 kids to the best that I could and it was far from easy. I didn't know how to be a father, but I was doing better than my wife at the time. After a couple of years when I thought I had it all under control, I began to drink heavily. My kids ended up having to help at times.
The pain of childhood trauma, and that my ex-wife was lost in the streets on meth haunted me daily. But for some reason I could not see that my kids were more important than my pain.
I would go to church for a while then fall right back always feeling a shame and regret. Then I met my second wife and messed that up as well, even losing my kids. My oldest son, for whatever reason, stood by my side. He was 22 and he tried to make sure I did not get lost or kill myself. As long as he was next to me it seemed ok, but I was hurting him.
The time came when I was running out of family support because I burned them so many times. They wanted nothing to do with me.
At times alone I cried out to God. Looking at myself in the mirror I was drunk, I was tired of it all and wanted a better life. One night, I drove to Turning Point, not really seeing what God had for me, but I knew I needed help.
My heart was hardened I wanted to fight, but the fight I had was within. I did not think God loved me, but that was so far from the truth.
