Hillbilly Testimony
I grew up in an alcoholic household and then when I was 6 yrs old I guess mama had
had enough.
My younger brother and I stayed with our dad for awhile. I remember when he would
pass out on the couch, we would go drag our mattress off of the bunk beds and lay on
the floor beside him and go to sleep. That went on till I was 9.
We went to live with his brother. I know they were trying to help us but his wife was
the meanest woman I ever met, I guess I might’v been a little hard to deal with but I
don’t think I deserved to get hit with half the stuff I was hit with.
I broke my ankle when I was about 11 and didn’t even get carried to the doctor.
I remember crying myself to sleep a lot of nights. But at least she wasn’t that mean to
my little brother.
Well, when I was 12 we got good news, Daddy had been clean for a year and was
coming to get us. We moved in with him outside Arkadelphia Ar. And I guess we kind’v
had it made. But by then I had already developed a hatred for the world and it showed
sometimes.
During all of this my mom had gotten remarried to a guy and they lived in some cabins
adjoining a biker bar, then they moved to Sulphur Springs , Texas .
I guess I was about 13 when I had enough of my dad and his rules so I went to live
with my mom and step-dad. It was good for the most part but I had a temper and he
wasn’t putting up with it either.
While all this life was going on keep in mind that all my neighbors and my dads friends
drank and smoked weed and other stuff too. And during all this life I had lived so far I
had an Aunt that always loved me and made sure I had what I wanted, (spoiling the
heck out of me).
Well, when I was 14 I left my Mom’s and went to live with my aunt in a little house that
she had on her land. I still went to school and stuff but, then I was around a 1% club
that is prominent in the town we lived in, so I started hanging out with them. My aunt
bought me a
motorcycle and I stayed gone all the time. I didn’t really have a curfew, as long as I got
in before school time. That was easy, high or not I could usually make it to school. I
got to selling dope, and shooting up meth and hanging outside the bars by the time I
was 15. It’s amazing the weight of the chip a 15 yr old can carry on his shoulder and
still roll up a joint or load a rig. I was a partying fool, I had everything you could ask for
whatever drug I wanted, whichever girl I wanted whenever and however.
This went on for a while, along with stealing and jail and fines and wrecks and more
dope and whiskey. Then when I was 19 my girlfriend had a baby, we were together for
about 5 years and had two more kids, come to find out the first one wasn’t mine but I
loved him anyway.
So now here I was trying to work and raise a family with a chip on each shoulder, a
monkey on my back and 3 boys to raise. It don’t take a genius to figure out how that
worked out.
After we split up I went to the woods and lived in an abandoned camp that I fixed up. I
would party and do enough dope during the week so when my kids showed up on the
weekend I just sat up and watched them sleep.
I was not a nice guy to them or anybody else.
Well, it all caught up with me one morning when 7 game wardens and 4 cops woke me
up and took me to jail for stealing, violation of probation, fleeing, assault, you name it I
was guilty. No more weed, crank , mushrooms, acid, whiskey for me. I was locked up
for almost a year. No lawyers or money could get me out. I was shut down.
I had went to a rehab and got kicked out of there for dope and girls, I guess that’s why
so many lawmen showed up at the camp that morning, they was mad.
When I finally got out I was clean and went straight out and got me a job as an
ironworker. I still piddled with dope and all it did was make me work harder and make
money. I paid my child support and partied when I wasn’t working.
One day I met this girl and fell in love. I quit all the dope, worked harder and tried to be
a dad. That is a lot on a person with two oversize ships on his shoulder. Luckily I had
learned one thing in rehab, forgiveness is more for yourself than it is for the other
person involved. My shoulder chips got a lot smaller when I started applying that
lesson to my life.
This rocked on for around 6 or 7 years , I graduated from Ironworker to millwright to
boilermaker, from there I went to offshore welder/fitter. It didn’t take long before I was
an offshore construction superintendent.
All this working and trying to make it to the top, I forgot about my wife and I guess the
chips I was toting did’nt go away either.
My mom had also been diagnosed with cancer and died in November of 03. I will
never forget her telling me the night before she died that Jesus had came to talk to
her, she had seen HIM. He wanted her to go with him. When she told me this, all I
could do was tell her to go.
I wasn’t living right , but I knew Jesus all my life. I just figured he didn’t like for me to be
so much like the devil.
Anyway, I guess my wife at the time got tired of my temper and negativity. A year or so
after mama died she found someone else. That didn’t help me none, (at the time) But ,
I decided to be stronger than an ordinary man, I wasn’t going back where I came from.
I was going to make my self and my mama proud. So, I worked, I stayed offshore for
two to three months at a time.
Then I bought a brand new Harley for my valentines present in 06. I started coming
home every two weeks then and staying on my scooter. I put over 14,000 miles on it in
less than a year.
Well, one day I got weak, I came in from work and bought me an 8-ball of meth, I was
fixing to go hook up with some local 1%’rs that I knew and become an outlaw biker. I
slid that unopened 8-ball in my back pocket and pulled up at my house to get my bike
ready for the trip of a lifetime.
Well, When I pulled up my neighbor’s two 10 year old girls (angels) were there waiting
on me. They had met a girl that had been through a hell of a life and had started trying
to “hook us up” while I was offshore working. I had plans and was trying to be
hardheaded.
To make a long story a little shorter, they talked me into meeting her. I got my bike
loaded and had this unopened package in my pocket, after I met this woman I was
gonna continue with my plans.
I pulled up to where this girl was and I think I heard angels singing. We talked till 4 am.
We talked like we had knew each other forever. When I went home and woke up the
next morning I called a buddy of mine and gave him this unopened package I had and
all my beer. That evening I spent with my new friend. We hit it off. 3 weeks later we
were married and she got me in church, we got custody of my kids and have a two
month old little girl of our own. She has two boys, one of which is my Lil man, to him I
am “Daddy”. He knows no other. We are in the process of me trying to adopt him as
my own.
We will be celebrating our second wedding anniversary in OCT. And I have never felt
better.
I decided to join Bikers for Christ and try to save some souls from going down the road
I’v traveled. I can honestly say that GOD has been at work in my life.
The day I met my Rhonda, it was not luck or fate, it was the hand of GOD and the
voices of angels pointing us to each other. We both have discussed this and believe
this. So, thanks to those angels that introduced me to my wife, Rhonda, I am saved
from making a terrible mistake, and living for the Lord, 10 years clean and drug free.
If anybody tells me that GOD didn’t do this in our lives, I might take that as fightin
words. There is no other explanation. I am in love with my wife, my family, my savior
and myself, GOD BLESS US ALL, GETRDUN for JESUS…..
Thank you FATHER, from the bottom of my heart, for without you I would never know
love as I do now.
Two weeks ago I met some guy handing out rocks with Jesus’s face painted on them
and that was another blessing from GOD, That has made me capable of being
blessed so much through Kudzu Patch and Highways and Hedges Ministry's. I am
walking, talking, loving proof that GOD loves me and will never turn HIS back on HIS
children……
I love you all, thank you Kudzu Goat Thompson for being in Hampton Arkansas when
you was. Thank you Bro. Rick for painting rock # 14,205. Thank you Highways and
Hedges for showing me even more of GOD’s love and BFC for having me in the loop
to .
GOD is so good to me.
"Hillbilly"
Offshore Const. Supt.
Dynamic Industries Inc.
337-335-8135
I grew up in an alcoholic household and then when I was 6 yrs old I guess mama had
had enough.
My younger brother and I stayed with our dad for awhile. I remember when he would
pass out on the couch, we would go drag our mattress off of the bunk beds and lay on
the floor beside him and go to sleep. That went on till I was 9.
We went to live with his brother. I know they were trying to help us but his wife was
the meanest woman I ever met, I guess I might’v been a little hard to deal with but I
don’t think I deserved to get hit with half the stuff I was hit with.
I broke my ankle when I was about 11 and didn’t even get carried to the doctor.
I remember crying myself to sleep a lot of nights. But at least she wasn’t that mean to
my little brother.
Well, when I was 12 we got good news, Daddy had been clean for a year and was
coming to get us. We moved in with him outside Arkadelphia Ar. And I guess we kind’v
had it made. But by then I had already developed a hatred for the world and it showed
sometimes.
During all of this my mom had gotten remarried to a guy and they lived in some cabins
adjoining a biker bar, then they moved to Sulphur Springs , Texas .
I guess I was about 13 when I had enough of my dad and his rules so I went to live
with my mom and step-dad. It was good for the most part but I had a temper and he
wasn’t putting up with it either.
While all this life was going on keep in mind that all my neighbors and my dads friends
drank and smoked weed and other stuff too. And during all this life I had lived so far I
had an Aunt that always loved me and made sure I had what I wanted, (spoiling the
heck out of me).
Well, when I was 14 I left my Mom’s and went to live with my aunt in a little house that
she had on her land. I still went to school and stuff but, then I was around a 1% club
that is prominent in the town we lived in, so I started hanging out with them. My aunt
bought me a
motorcycle and I stayed gone all the time. I didn’t really have a curfew, as long as I got
in before school time. That was easy, high or not I could usually make it to school. I
got to selling dope, and shooting up meth and hanging outside the bars by the time I
was 15. It’s amazing the weight of the chip a 15 yr old can carry on his shoulder and
still roll up a joint or load a rig. I was a partying fool, I had everything you could ask for
whatever drug I wanted, whichever girl I wanted whenever and however.
This went on for a while, along with stealing and jail and fines and wrecks and more
dope and whiskey. Then when I was 19 my girlfriend had a baby, we were together for
about 5 years and had two more kids, come to find out the first one wasn’t mine but I
loved him anyway.
So now here I was trying to work and raise a family with a chip on each shoulder, a
monkey on my back and 3 boys to raise. It don’t take a genius to figure out how that
worked out.
After we split up I went to the woods and lived in an abandoned camp that I fixed up. I
would party and do enough dope during the week so when my kids showed up on the
weekend I just sat up and watched them sleep.
I was not a nice guy to them or anybody else.
Well, it all caught up with me one morning when 7 game wardens and 4 cops woke me
up and took me to jail for stealing, violation of probation, fleeing, assault, you name it I
was guilty. No more weed, crank , mushrooms, acid, whiskey for me. I was locked up
for almost a year. No lawyers or money could get me out. I was shut down.
I had went to a rehab and got kicked out of there for dope and girls, I guess that’s why
so many lawmen showed up at the camp that morning, they was mad.
When I finally got out I was clean and went straight out and got me a job as an
ironworker. I still piddled with dope and all it did was make me work harder and make
money. I paid my child support and partied when I wasn’t working.
One day I met this girl and fell in love. I quit all the dope, worked harder and tried to be
a dad. That is a lot on a person with two oversize ships on his shoulder. Luckily I had
learned one thing in rehab, forgiveness is more for yourself than it is for the other
person involved. My shoulder chips got a lot smaller when I started applying that
lesson to my life.
This rocked on for around 6 or 7 years , I graduated from Ironworker to millwright to
boilermaker, from there I went to offshore welder/fitter. It didn’t take long before I was
an offshore construction superintendent.
All this working and trying to make it to the top, I forgot about my wife and I guess the
chips I was toting did’nt go away either.
My mom had also been diagnosed with cancer and died in November of 03. I will
never forget her telling me the night before she died that Jesus had came to talk to
her, she had seen HIM. He wanted her to go with him. When she told me this, all I
could do was tell her to go.
I wasn’t living right , but I knew Jesus all my life. I just figured he didn’t like for me to be
so much like the devil.
Anyway, I guess my wife at the time got tired of my temper and negativity. A year or so
after mama died she found someone else. That didn’t help me none, (at the time) But ,
I decided to be stronger than an ordinary man, I wasn’t going back where I came from.
I was going to make my self and my mama proud. So, I worked, I stayed offshore for
two to three months at a time.
Then I bought a brand new Harley for my valentines present in 06. I started coming
home every two weeks then and staying on my scooter. I put over 14,000 miles on it in
less than a year.
Well, one day I got weak, I came in from work and bought me an 8-ball of meth, I was
fixing to go hook up with some local 1%’rs that I knew and become an outlaw biker. I
slid that unopened 8-ball in my back pocket and pulled up at my house to get my bike
ready for the trip of a lifetime.
Well, When I pulled up my neighbor’s two 10 year old girls (angels) were there waiting
on me. They had met a girl that had been through a hell of a life and had started trying
to “hook us up” while I was offshore working. I had plans and was trying to be
hardheaded.
To make a long story a little shorter, they talked me into meeting her. I got my bike
loaded and had this unopened package in my pocket, after I met this woman I was
gonna continue with my plans.
I pulled up to where this girl was and I think I heard angels singing. We talked till 4 am.
We talked like we had knew each other forever. When I went home and woke up the
next morning I called a buddy of mine and gave him this unopened package I had and
all my beer. That evening I spent with my new friend. We hit it off. 3 weeks later we
were married and she got me in church, we got custody of my kids and have a two
month old little girl of our own. She has two boys, one of which is my Lil man, to him I
am “Daddy”. He knows no other. We are in the process of me trying to adopt him as
my own.
We will be celebrating our second wedding anniversary in OCT. And I have never felt
better.
I decided to join Bikers for Christ and try to save some souls from going down the road
I’v traveled. I can honestly say that GOD has been at work in my life.
The day I met my Rhonda, it was not luck or fate, it was the hand of GOD and the
voices of angels pointing us to each other. We both have discussed this and believe
this. So, thanks to those angels that introduced me to my wife, Rhonda, I am saved
from making a terrible mistake, and living for the Lord, 10 years clean and drug free.
If anybody tells me that GOD didn’t do this in our lives, I might take that as fightin
words. There is no other explanation. I am in love with my wife, my family, my savior
and myself, GOD BLESS US ALL, GETRDUN for JESUS…..
Thank you FATHER, from the bottom of my heart, for without you I would never know
love as I do now.
Two weeks ago I met some guy handing out rocks with Jesus’s face painted on them
and that was another blessing from GOD, That has made me capable of being
blessed so much through Kudzu Patch and Highways and Hedges Ministry's. I am
walking, talking, loving proof that GOD loves me and will never turn HIS back on HIS
children……
I love you all, thank you Kudzu Goat Thompson for being in Hampton Arkansas when
you was. Thank you Bro. Rick for painting rock # 14,205. Thank you Highways and
Hedges for showing me even more of GOD’s love and BFC for having me in the loop
to .
GOD is so good to me.
"Hillbilly"
Offshore Const. Supt.
Dynamic Industries Inc.
337-335-8135
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