The Spirit Lives Ministries Newsletter: Daniel- I found true freedom in prison

January 22, 2003
Daniel- I found true freedom in prison
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My name is Daniel. I was born in Natchez, Mississippi and raised in a town just outside of Tupelo called Shannon. My dad had his own trucking company and we moved to Alabama in 1976 when he won a contract with Revere Steel. About this same time the biker in me was born too. I left Alabama (gladly) at 16 (1978) and went to work with a company that had a “permanent” Dept. of Defense contract. I couldn’t do the “real work” until I was 18 and could get a clearance. When I did get the clearance I saw 18 countries in 5 years and was certified as an instructor in “controlled demolition” (another oxymoron) and small weapons specialist. In 󈨙 the owner of that company was indicted so that ended that contract and I went to work for a Child Find Shadow Group out of Huntington Beach Ca. leading teams into Mexico to raid child porn and black market adoption compounds. We returned 17 kids and accounted for 36 others. The main child we were looking for we never found. The project got shut down by the State of California when they “asked” us to leave the state. My ex-boss got me a job at Heritage USA to “baby sit” Jim & Tammy Bakker as they were dumping the PTL Ministry and running to the hills. Gatlinburg Tennessee to be exact. After that I was in Atlanta “babysitting” a well-known religious leader. Keep in mind, this was before I was a Christian, but that is why they hired me. I wasn’t hired for my political correctness, to say the least. They all knew I was an addict and a drunk, and apparently didn’t care. I was good at what I did, and that was stronger to them than my attitude, lifestyle, and habits. They knew I had no “religious problems” with blowing someone away. Our Uncle Sam’s civilian training had trained me in several layers on how to blow them up and or away. In 1987 the job ended with me being arrested for almost beating someone to death after they hit me with a lamp. They were doing a lot of cocaine and booze that night (we all had) and one person started bleeding through their nose badly (too much cocaine at one time does that ) and I flushed all of their cocaine. When I did that, that person went off and caught me blind-sided with a mahogany lamp. Reflex, training, and anger kicked in at the same time and with a Jack Daniels booster I almost beat them to death. What Satan meant to finish me off, God saw as a new beginning. I found out at a place called Reidsville (GA) that I had really been in prison a long time before they arrested me and I was set free while in the Georgia State Prison at Reidsville. January 3rd, 1992 I came to my knees and to my Savior and from that point forward I have been much like the new man that Paul was. Saul went to his knees and Paul came to be. Dirty Dan died and Daniel came to be. God is good!! I was released from Ga. State Prison in June 1995 and within a few months had a lawn care business going. As a hobby of sorts I picked up used computers and monitors at garage sales and yard sales and fixed them. From that I was offered a job at a local ISP (internet service provider) and learned the workings of Microsoft software and Novell servers. After that company was bought out I had a few other computer and network support jobs before I applied at a local NASA Contractor. That was 1998 and I have been a NASA Contractor ever since, with a high NASA Security Clearance. After the 9/11 attacks I was made “essential personnel” and am still listed as that since the war on terror appears to be escalating. Most recently, I have suffered through a troubling divorce from my wife of 6 1/2 years. After her dad died, she has punted everything “God related”, including me. Even through this, God has stayed with me. I just rode up to Joelton Tennessee to hear a friend, Mike, preach. On the way up there I asked God to tell me either [1.] if it is my fault, what I did wrong (and) [ 2.] if it isn’t my fault, just tell me that flat out. Later, after arriving at the church, as Mike is talking and sharing he stops in his tracks and looks at me. He said “this is Daniel, a friend of mine from Huntsville. You would not believe what this brother has been through in the past few months because Satan consumed one close to him. And Daniel, it WAS NOT YOUR FAULT.” From my mouth to God’s ear is nobody else, and from God’s mouth to my ear was a faithful servant who said what God said to say. God is all you need. Daniel
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