Memories of a Survivor: Out of the Darkness with God

By C. Diaz

I HAVE LEARNED HOW TO NAVIGATE LIFE: THE GOOD AND BAD, THE UPS AND DOWNS.

We all learn from experience; life is not all good. 

Sometimes it throws you curveballs that you think you just can't deal with. 

I hope my book gives you the encouragement and strength you need to navigate the hurts of

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Sep 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887389738

C. Diaz

Carol was born in Michigan, and her family left when she was sixteen. They moved to Arizona where she went to high school. She married young, and she and her husband raised a daughter. She was divorced and married again after her daughter graduated high school.She became a believer at thirteen during an Easter service in Michigan. She never really knew about the relationship you could have with Jesus until later in life.Discovering her Jewish roots at forty-three when her father told her at one Thanksgiving, she has since beenlearning about her Jewish roots.After marrying for the second time, she has had the opportunity to live all over the country and visited manyforeign countries. Her second husband passed away. She knew she needed to finish this book that God toldher to write a few years ago.Carol now lives in Texas, close to her daughter, son-in-law, and two [e-mail]

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Memories

of

a Survivor

Rape, Strangulation, Cancer

and Childhood abuse

Out of the Darkness

with God

C. Diaz

Memories of a Survivor

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Dedication

I want to dedicate this book to my family. Even though I know my craziness drove them a little crazy.

To my late husband Rick. When we first met, he helped me find the strength to face what happened

to me. Cry and do what I needed to do to heal.

Even though it still took a few years.

Most of all, I would like to thank God for being there and protecting me. Even though at times I didn’t really see it.

Part One

Looking back on it, it is hard to believe that so many years have passed. I have tried to write this so many times, then put it away. It was too hard to look back and live it again. Sometimes it seems like just yesterday that my life changed forever and I, Carol Musgrove–Diaz, will never be the same.

Please God don’t let me feel the pain. Those are the words I remember praying in my mind that evening on January 24, 1992. My best friend Julia and I were coming home from dinner and a night out. I had lost my job that day and my friend had come up from California to visit me and cheer me up. Her husband was overseas in Saudi. In 1990 I had gotten divorced from my husband, Bob, and was living in a two-bedroom condo with my daughter in Las Vegas. Coming home from dinner we were doing a lot of talking, as we went through the door of my garage into the kitchen. As I went into the kitchen it felt strange, things were out of place from where we had left them. Glasses that were on the counter now in the sink, other things removed from the counter. I thought my daughter, maybe along with Julia’s sons, had been there as they were together earlier that night. I had, as some people might say, a gut feeling something was wrong. We all need to learn to listen to that feeling. I looked back as I rounded the kitchen on the way to the bedroom. Julia, my friend, was right behind me, and after I glanced at the answering machine, I turned around to let her know the light wasn’t blinking. Her husband usually called her at night. Seeing a man just over her shoulder, I knew our lives would change forever. Those hateful dark evil eyes looking at me. Him saying, turn around, don’t look. He had no mask on. Him holding a knife. Julia yelling, What do you want! all within seconds. I told her, Just do as he says, we are in some deep trouble. He was behind me with a knife in his right hand telling us not to turn around, like we hadn’t already seen his face. He made Julia go to my bathroom and get in the shower. Turn the water on and stay in there. If you don’t do as I say I will hurt her," he said, meaning me. Ordering me to lie face down on my bed, he asked me about my ATM cards and cash. I was shaking so badly with my whole body in trimmers. My heart beating faster and faster, I just knew it was going to come out of my chest. I was losing myself to fear, lots of fear.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face down onto the bed. He wanted my ATM card, the pin number, and cash or he would kill me. If I didn’t give him the right number he would come back and kill me. He left my side and told Julia to stay where she was, I guess he was checking she hadn’t come out of the shower. He came back