I work as a policeman and have seen a lot of death and pain in my line of duty. One day, everything hit me all at once, and I was struck with anxiety attacks. 

Some time ago, I discovered black mold in my house so I cleaned and did all I could to get rid of it. In the process, my allergies flared up and I began to get fearful and worried because of the deadly properties of the mold.

In November last year, I resigned from my job as I wanted a change of industry. I took up a six-month unpaid research role as I wanted to gain skills and expertise in a niche industry.

I fractured my tibial plateau 10 years ago. Since then, I’ve had several surgeries to repair it, but the doctors said I would never walk normally again. I was unable to work and do many day-to-day activities and became very depressed. I felt as if I was failing as a father, husband, brother, and son. I became addicted to pain medication and eventually got addicted to intravenous heroin shots.

I had been in prison for six years when I came across Pastor Joseph Prince. A fellow inmate who was about to be released gave me a television. I was channel surfing when I saw Pastor Prince teaching on the gospel of grace.