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Testimony of a Drug Addict

Glory be to God! My name is Gilbert Plante, and I am a recovered drug addict.Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive! Maybe its to write this testimony andhopefully help someone else with their addiction. Of one thing I am sure, it isonly by the grace of my Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ that I am sitting heretoday. Most of my so called friends are dead, in jail, or wasting away. Howoften I think of the wasted years, partying and doing drugs! I ignored my wifeand three wonderful boys for so long, years in fact, just because I wanted to gethigh. Thank God that He will restore the years that the locusts have eaten.

I have done all kinds of drugs; heroin, cocaine, crack, pot, acid, mushrooms, pills, special k, and crystal meth. Meth is the drug where I lost my mind toSatan. People who think that Satan is not real are just kidding themselves. Satanis alive and well!I weigh in at about 235 lbs these days; however that wasnt always the case. Inmy final days of meth use, I was down to 145 lbs, with open sores all over my

body from me ripping the flesh off myself because I thought that aliens hadfilled by body with some kind of parasite. At one point I was convinced thataliens had taken over my wifes body so they could kee p a close eye on me.

The thing about meth is, once you get a thought, no matter how insane it is, you begin to think its the truth. I believed that only I could see and understand thesupernatural. I saw evil spirits walking beside people; I believed that little

people were living in trees,conspiring to take over the world. I even thought theneighbourhood cat was a trained narcotics officer.I thought alien spaceships followed me around because they had to make surethat I wasnt out of their reach, but o nly I could see what they were up to. I canremember sitting for days in the dark, in our bedroom, wondering how life wasgoing to be on another planet.Things were not always this way. Life was good, and I was content with theway my life was. Im a high school dropout with a grade 8 education. However,

back in the 80s, as long as you had a good work ethic, you would be just fine. Ihave always worked very hard to provide for my wife, and then family. Iworked my way through the ranks of the working world to eventually become aWarehouse Supervisor for a global corporation.Then my life came tumbling down. I worked night shift and found myself stressed and wanting to take the edge off. At a party one night, a fellow offeredme some cocaine and I liked it very much. I had smoked pot for many years, butthe high from coke was intense. It didnt take long and I found myself doing


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cocaine at work. I would lock my office door and powder my nose all nightlong. The people I was getting the coke from were some very serious people.Lets just say it was organized crime. These people did what they do best,supplied the coke and any other drug that I wanted. Before a blink of an eye, I

had a $300.00 a day cocaine habit.This went on for months, doing coke at work, and partying all night long. WhenI was out enjoying my new found friends, I was one day closer to death. Mywife was very concerned as to why I was never home anymore. I had no timefor my family. That year I did $50,000.00 worth of cocaine, and wondered whyI was broke, and in debt up to my ears. One cant do cocaine all night and beresponsible for 30 employees at the same time. Without getting into manydetails, I lost my $65,000.00 a year job. I was very well liked and had a greatreputation as a wonderful leader. With being fired, I lost my dignity and

confidence, and my marriage of 20 years was on the rocks.My new found friends had ways of making serious money. So my criminal life

began. I could not afford the cocaine anymore, but there were many other drugs.I soon learned that I was not a very good criminal because you cant do the

product that you are trying to sell. This is when I started doing crack and all theother drugs I talked about earlier. It took about a year of this and partying allnight, when I was introduced to meth.My life went from bad, to worse. I suppose you could say I started to lose mymind, with the hallucinations and just being weird. My so called good friends

forgot about me, and the people I knew for years did not want anything to dowith me. How can you blame people, I was very messed up. My kind and lovingsister stuck by me as did my brothers and my mother. My wife however, hadenough; I was kicked out of the house.At my sisters place of employment, she was able to get m e enrolled in acarpentry course. The course involved me staying at a hotel and going to school.I was still smoking meth and trying to go to school.One day I was walking back to the hotel for lunch, which I never did before. AsI was walking towards the hotel, out of nowhere, a taxi stopped, and the driver

told me to get in. I told the gentleman that I didnt have any money, again hetold me to get in. The driver was the largest East Indian person that I had ever seen. He was a mountain of a man (HUGE). He had a smile on him that wasalmost glowing. He looked at me and said just the start of things. My replywas WHAT! He appeared to be glowing and he said again just the start of things. Now knowing what to say or do, I replied yeah (how profound). He

pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, and up to the front doors. As I wasgetting out of the car he touched my shoulder, and said do the right thing, Jesusloves you. Upon exiting the vehicle, it occurred to me that I never told this

man where I was going.


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Well, I did not know what to think. I could not comprehend what had justhappened, so I ran upstairs, and smoked a bowl of crystal meth. My mother,seeing me looking like death, and not far from it, had always told me to trygetting on my knees and pray. She always wanted me to believe that God would

help me. For the first time in a very long while, I was looking at my life and waswondering what happened to me. It hit me like a ton of bricks, I WAS ADRUG ADDICT . How could this be? I had always worked so hard for everything I had, and now it appeared as though I had nothing. I remember calling my wife, crying like a baby for help. To this day, I dont know why shetold me to come home. Conditions applied though, no drugs. I agreed andreturned home.I was happy to be back at home with my wife and three boys, but life was noteasy. I had no job, and drugs were always on my mind. I was running a

marathon; was it going to be life, or was it going to be drugs? I was told by my brothers the only way I was going to stay clean was to enter drug rehabilitation.However, this was not an option for me because I could not bear to be awayfrom my family again. I wasted so many years of not being there for them.I had this inner voice asking me will you come unto Me? I decided to do whatmy mother had told me for years to do, pray for help. I had drug urges one dayand was thinking of making a phone call for drugs. Instead I got on my kneesand asked God to help me. My thought was, why would Jesus help such asinner? Was I wrong! While praying for Jesus to take these cravings away, I

had an instant sense of inner peace. The urge to buy drugs was gone. Iremembered the cab driver telling me, `just the start of things` , and it was.The very next day I found a church to go to and kept going everyday for about amonth. Going to church and listening seemed to be working. The more I went,the thirstier I was for God. I was staying clean. The more I prayed, the better Ifelt. It was incredible. Just when things were going fine... BANG, drug urges.Satan was attacking in full force. I got on my knees and screamed to theheavens Jesus I want to get high send somebody to help me. As I was gettingoff my knees there was a knock at the front door. I opened the door and there

was a police officer that had arrested me a few months earlier. He informed mehe didnt know why he was there, but he brought me a gift. It was a NewTestament Bible; the title was How to find God for those who thirst. I couldnot believe it! Thank you Jesus! I invited Officer Cal into my home and

proceeded to tell him why he was there. I told Cal that seconds earlier I was onmy knees praying for Jesus to send me some help. And apparently Officer Calwas it. He was speechless. He said that he had thought of me often, and did notknow why. Cal had never before in 25 years of service tried to find someone hehad arrested, to see how they were doing. We talked for quite awhile about myaddiction and how Christ would save me, but I had to ask to be saved, only


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through Jesus would I ever truly find peace. To this day Officer Cal and I speak on a regular basis. Thank you Jesus for sending me Officer Cal.Then it happened, I was asleep one night and was awakened by what felt like a

punch to the chest. In our bedroom we had two windows, one on the east side

and one on the west side. The east side window was extremely bright and thewest side window was the darkest I had ever seen. I could hear an inner voicewhich way are you going? Was this really happening to me, or was Idreaming? I tried to go back to sleep, again it felt like somebody punched me inthe chest. This time the voice was louder which way are you going? Iimmediately jumped out of bed, fell to my knees looking to the light andscreamed Jesus please save this helpless sinner, I surrender myself to You myLord! That instant I was saved, and I knew it. Things immediately fell into place, the

cab driver, the police officer, these were no coincidences, Jesus had beenworking on me for some time. My life has never been the same. I have beenclean and sober since April 1st 2006, with no regrets. I am working full time ata Christian organization. Life is good. My Saviour, my Redeemer, myComforter, my Love. All honour and glory be to God.Im currently the Pastor of Family Life Church in Winnipegs North End.Through the church we have a unique ministry, feeding people physically andspiritually. I believe that God let me go through my years of drug addiction inorder to help individuals today. If you know anyone that is struggling with an

addiction, or just needs a friendly voice to talk to, please call me.If you wish to support the Have a Bowl of Soup on Jesus Ministry and help usgive ourselves away for the Kingdom of God, please contact:Pastor Gilbert Plante via Family Life Church
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