“Dad, don't wreck. I don't want to go to hell,” I cried. I was only 11 years old, and we had just left a revival service. He was turning the car around to go back to the church.
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“Dad, don't wreck. I don't want to go to hell,” I cried. I was only 11 years old, and we had just left a revival service. He was turning the car around to go back to the church.
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