Proof The Bible Is True

That Friday in 2009 started like any other. Over the past several months, I’d developed a routine. I’d stay in my darkened bedroom as long as possible. When I gathered up
enough energy, I’d scan the classifieds for jobs. There were none. Then I’d sit immobile for hours, staring at the wall, consumed by anxiety. Most days, that’s as far as I got. Walking to the mailbox took all of my energy—when I could force myself to do it. The yard went unmowed. I rarely took out the trash.

 

The fog of depression had begun to descend in late 2008. When the economy failed, so did my business. My media company tanked almost overnight, taking with it every
penny I’d saved. Then my wife filed for divorce. It had been a long time coming, but I was still devastated. Everything had converged like a multicar pileup on the highway. In
just a few weeks, I’d gone from a respected communications entrepreneur and married man to an unemployed divorcé, drifting along without direction or purpose.

 

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