By: Wayne Beebe
In 2005 I chose to make an unconventional decision that was hard to understand by my family and chose to live on the streets of Queens. I was homeless for over a year. while on the street I learned what my mom couldnt teach me. How to be a man. while on the street I felt the presence of God. He carried me through the relentless thunderstorms where I was laid out on benches waiting to die. He provided me with food, shelter, clothing. A Job as a recycler that although meager gave me a few bucks to live. As I slept on top of a tire container reading a book on how to write fiction he gave me a purpose to not just lay down and die but to get up and live. From that point on I decided to write stories and sell them. Alot of people bought my stories I had printed and copied at the local library. I met oppostion, a cop told me I couldnt sell my stories because that would be solicitation. Windy days I would lose pages. But I didnt stop writing. As I put words on the page I forgot all about the rain, the snow, the sneers and utterances of disgust by some people who couldnt recognize who I was past the dirty overlayered clothing I wore. I was reborn. I would yell out the Gods honest truth to the public at large so frequently that a friend of mine gave me the name “preach.” I was preaching to the masses like my father.
Then one day dealing with all the psychological struggles that comes with bieng a Homeless man. I began to see clearly what I was imagining in my head and preaching. I could smell the stench of decay and fecal matter, head lights appeared to be gun shots and the rain was tears of the people in despair. I had transferred into another part of my psche that all the scientist and doctors in the world couldnt explain. Shortly after that I ended up in a place they usually put people they cant understand. The psychiatric ward at elmhurst Hospital. I was there for four months. But even there diagnosised with Bipolar Disorder God was with me. I met alot of interesting people. I had roommates who would tell me there stories. And I remember every one. God moved me from there to A house under a assisted living program. I met more interesting people with more stories to share. Around the time I was in the hospital I got support from family and a very special woman in my life. This woman called me every day and visited me in the hospital every saturday. Now I’m no longer living under an assisted living program, I’m living with my fiance in the Bronx and we will be married on August the 10 of this year in Jamaica. I have to jobs and I’m still writing. God took me from the streets, the psychiatric ward, to a happy home with the woman of my dreams.
Thats how God works. What I just said is just a trailer of how God worked miracles in my life. And no matter what your going through God can and will work miracles in your life as well. Just trust and believe in him. Please feel free to share your testimony I as well as my team would love to hear it