A riviting and candid story of my addiction and how "I GOT OUT!"



It didn't happen all at once.... no-It started slowly and progressed.

I wanted to party with my friends, I felt in order to fit in, I needed to do whatever they were doing, so I drank with them. I enjoyed the feeling that it gave me. " So I partied with the "feel good drink!"

Then one day a friend offered me a 'blunt, joint, (whatever the 'new' name for it is) Pot!

I made me feel good, I liked the high and thought, "hey this stuff should be legalized, it's great!"

I spent hours listening to music and eating everything in sight.... "had the munchies, ya know."

After some pot and few drinks, i felt like I was on "top of the world."

Now whenever I "partied" I wanted the pot and..... the alcohol..


But like anything,( rather it is addicting or not) if it makes you "feel good,".. more is better!

So I smoked more-drank more and added some pills to the mix.

It seemed to make my "otherwise, not so interesting night," into 'more fun."


And so I was off on the journey to "feeling good all the time,"

When I was happy, I got high-

When I was with my friends partying, I got high-

When I was down-I got high

When i was up-I got high

When I was alone, I got high

I got high-when I was high-to stay high

But now it was different, I wasn't in control anymore- nope… the drugs controlled, they called the shots- and I fell helplessly into the ‘trap of addiction.”

.................................a vicious cycle.


As time went on, I was introduced to a more potent high- Heroin!

Needles freaked me, I wasn't into them-but I was told that the drug was "better" when injected, so I took the dive....after the first shot, I floated on a cloud for hours.

When I came down… I wanted more, because it made me feel like I didn’t have a care in the world.

I was so totally deceived. I thought I could handle it, I would never get addicted to heroin.

Never!

Famous last word!

Within seven days, I had a craving for it, and the only thing that dismissed that strong desire was "more heroin."

I shot speed balls, coke and heroin, took a mass amount of pills, smoked pot regularly and washed it all down with alcohol- for a chaser!

it was becoming painfully clear to me..........................I was hooked! But by that time, I didn't care.
But how would I maintain my 'expensive need?"

I'll tell you how, steal, lie, cheat-anything to get "it!"

Because, when I didn't have the "stuff," I'd go crazy and the things I did to keep up my habit, make me sick to even think about!!!

The people I usually cheated and stole from were mostly, friends.
I walked the streets, went into the worst neighborhoods and almost got killed on one or more occasions. I was raped, beaten and robbed... I was falling down into an abyss of complete darkness with “no way out.”.

What started out as a 'fun high" was now serious business.

Waking up in a gutter, strange place or jail was the norm for me.
My friends who were getting high with me, were dying all around me. Overdoses, car accidents, some were landing up in jail for possession, but nothing stopped me... I needed the drugs-plain and simple.

Then, I contracted Hep B... and man, I was sick as a dog! I didn’t want to think about my sick liver and the consequences of Hepatitis- however within one year, it was so bad, I was hospitalized and informed that my liver was ravished with the virus.

So what did I do………………..I got high!
One night, a friend found me overdosed with my head in a toilet after vomiting because i took too much herion. Had they not found me, I would had drowned in a toliet bowl, how ironic!

But God…………..
One day, totally unannounced a young woman named Linda Smith walked into my life!
We worked at the same place. When she saw me, she inquired about me.
They told her, “don't bother with Kornacki, she's is a lost cause, the worst addict around.”
But Linda began to pray for me.
When she approached me to talk to me, I was vulgar, hateful and full of dope.

Still she prayed.
When I was jailed, Linda prayed.
When I was over dosed, Linda prayed.
When I stole, Linda prayed.
When I lied, Linda prayed.
When did vile things, Linda prayed.
And even when I said horrible things to her………………….Linda still prayed.

One day, all those relentless prayers paid off.
God moved in a miraculous way… and I was ready to “listen.”
My eyes were opened, my ears were opened!
A Man Named Jesus, the Risen King, walked into my life, because a women named Linda Smith, never gave up on me- No matter what she saw me do.. she stood strong and prayed and believed-GOD IS ABLE.

Today I am free, I have never gone back. What is there to go back to-BONDAGE?

By God's mercy and grace, I travel internationally, preaching on television, radio and churches, seminars and conferences!
The point of this story?
Don’t ever stop believing, or praying!

God IS LISTENING!
AND one day, if you don't give up-
The answer will come!!!
How do I know-I am a miracle of prayer and hope!

Leave a comment and the name of someone you need prayer for.. and I WILL PRAY FOR THEM!