To God Be the Glory: For the Contents of My Story

By Stacy A. Hicks

This is a story of parts of my life that are recalled, as well as a testimony, with the intent of assisting others who may be struggling with or going through issues of which they do not believe they can make it through.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 11, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450028974

Stacy A. Hicks

This is a story of parts of my life that are recalled, as well as a testimony, with the intent of assisting others who may be struggling with or going through issues of which they do not believe they can make it through.

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To God Be

the Glory

For the Contents of My Story

Stacy A. Hicks

Copyright © 2010 by Stacy A. Hicks.

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Contents

Introduction

No Means No!

Don’t Get It Twisted

Negative Influences

No Looking Back

It Can Happen to Anyone

Wait on the Lord

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To the readers, as well as those who inspired me to write from the beginning.

To my God, my family, and to those that I can help with this story. Love you mama.

Introduction

Growing up as a small child, I often felt alone although there were six of us children, eight including my parents. You see, I was the only girl with five brothers; having a sister meant the world to me. My mother was wonderful, hardworking; she was physically and emotional abused by my father, and so were us kids. My mom tried to protect us as much as she could. Needless to say, she could not always. I remember when I was nine or ten years old, my second oldest brother and me were in trouble for trying to smoke a cigarette my dad told me to flush down the toilet. Well, we got caught, and Daddy said, Go get my belt. He whipped us until he drew blood; the inside of my thighs were slashed opened like a sausage after boiling too long. My brother had so many opened wounds till it was scary. After the beating, Daddy made my brother get in a tub of cold water then he (Daddy) poured a box of