A Wretch Like Me

<h2 class=ql-align-center><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)><em>A Wretch Like Me </em></strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>is a </span><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>bold</span><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)> provocative and </span><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>raw memoir</span><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>. </span></h2><h3 class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>It's also paving the way for others to be set free</span><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>.</span></h3><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>I couldn't imagine </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>in a million years that I would ever have the courage to face telling the world about this one ugly vile secret I figured I'd die with. The truth of who and what I had been how it happened and the grace that saved me on the day my life imploded.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>An anonymous packet </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>was sent to business leaders throughout my community and surrounding thirteen-county area in 2006. As a business owner I had made it a point to become well-known. When the president of one of the local chambers of commerce called me and I saw the packet for the first time I literally couldn't breathe.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>I was shell-shocked </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>and utterly shattered. I wanted to die. No words could explain away or erase what had been written. I couldn't see any possible way to live with the guilt and shame of being outed as a </span><em style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>prostitute</em><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>If you've ever </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>been tormented in a silent prison of shame over something you've done haunted by a secret from your past thought you were too broken too bad or too disgusting to be forgiven - you're not alone.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>You haven't been </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>forgotten or abandoned. You're loved more than you could ever imagine and above all you're NEVER too far gone for grace.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>How would I know? </strong><span style=color: rgba(35 31 32 1)>Because grace saved a wretch like me.</span></p>