Paying the price for loose living
I am not from your country but I am 16 years old. I am writing this letter with tears in my eyes as I attempt to share my story with readers.
I do not have much longer to live but I am trying my best to make the most out of the time I have. Had I listened to my parents when they were trying to put me on the right road, I would not be facing all the health issues
I have today.
I became sexually active at a young age because men always thought I was older than I actually was. I would dress in my school uniform and rather than turn up for school early, I would visit the homes of different men in the morning, then make it to school at lunch time.
My mother caught on to my movements when a neighbour saw me wearing casual wear in the morning when I should have been in my school uniform.
My mother talked to me, beat me, had a priest speak to me and talked to my schoolteachers, but I would not hear.
When I was not skipping school, I would leave home supposedly to visit a girlfriend, only to end up at the homes of hard-back men who told me I was beautiful and they were in love with me.
I lived for their attention and sweet words.
I cannot blame my parents for where I am today, but if I had listened to them I would not be writing this letter.
When my relatives told me to go to church and get prayed for, I would go just to please them.
To get to the heart of the matter, I recently discovered that I am pregnant and also have a sexually transmitted disease which will take me to my grave. I am not at a stage where I can have an abortion and would never take my own life as I am too afraid to do that.
The God whom I made a mockery of is the same God whom I now turn to for solace and comfort.
I have made a mess of my life only because I would not listen to my parents. I also never truly paid attention to my schoolwork.
Christine, please print my letter so other young girls won’t be in the same boat as I am in now. The men have gone and my good looks and body are going also.
God bless you, Christine, and keep up the good work!
This is one of the saddest letters I’ve read for a long, long time. Usually, I am not lost for words; but I am.
I want to thank you for taking time to share your story with other readers, especially those teenagers who can learn from your mistakes.
Please find comfort in knowing that God is still in the healing and forgiving business and He is a God of the impossible, if only we believe.
What appears to be your end may be only your beginning in more ways than one and as long as there is life, there is hope.
Therefore, do not give up hope. Let the God that you have turned to comfort you and trust Him for what seems impossible.