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Status:
Married
Sexual Lifestyle:
Straight
Height:
5 feet, 8 inches tall
Weight:
170 - 180 lbs lbs
Age:
35
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E-mail:
deckmike93@gmail.com
Natural Eye Color:
Blue
Natural Hair Color:
Brown
Nicotine:
Non-smoker
Alcohol:
Non-drinker
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A Member Since:
January 18, 2008
Last Online:
Mar 22, 2008 @ 10:50:56 am
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| My name is Michael I was born December 14, 1972 and this is my story. The devil had me at an early age. Since my parents were divorced when I was 1 year old, I did what ever I wanted as long as I obeyed the rules under the roof of my mothers’ house. By the time I was 5 years old stealing and lying were normal to me. The life of crime stayed with me, by the age of 10 I was stealing from department stores. At the age of 12 I was stealing whatever I could get my hands on. I didn’t need any of it. I was addicted to stealing.rn It didn’t help that my father was not in the picture anymore. At this point I no longer saw my father, by choice. This was also the year I got drunk for the first time. The crimes got worse from stealing bicycles, to breaking into cars, stealing from garages, and eventually I was breaking into houses to support my habits.rn By the age of 14 I was addicted to pot and alcohol, school was beginning to be a bothersome. I was getting detention weekly and in school suspension a few times, my grades were dropping and I didn’t care about the consequences. At the age of 15 I was taking LSD on a weekly basis I had tried cocaine for the fist time and was getting drunk at least two times a week.rn I was doing whatever I wanted to. In school, I started a riot, I had been in a fight where the whole school was there and no teachers could get in to break it up. I was suspended for a week and this was still Junior High. By the time I was in Senior High I was very unhappy, my life was going nowhere, my drug intake was increasing as well as the stealing. Being chased by the police was a game. Until they caught me, I got arrested for doing burglaries and forgery. The Detective that was booking me told my mother that chemical dependency treatment would be good for me.rn I went to treatment for a few months got out and I got high the same week. I went to court for the crimes I committed, they charged me with 4 felony’s and 1 gross misdemeanor. I was sentenced to a short-term program at Lino Lakes Juvenile Facility. I still continued to get high. I got a job at a liquidation department store as a stock boy and I began to rob them under their noses. After about 9 months I quit the job, I was 16 years old.rn I became a bum, getting high and hanging out in my mothers’ basement. I need to add that family moved around quite a bit, I went to a different school every year of my k-6 grades, Junior High was the same school but 3 different houses, 2 houses for Senior High only because I dropped out of the 11th grade. At this point I was fed up with moving around so much I moved in with my uncle, I was 17 years old.rn I started working full time 4 days after my 18th birthday at a Die Cast foundry. I was still was very involved with drugs; pot, cocaine, meth, LSD. Whatever I could smoke, snort, drink, or eat I took. They called people like me garbage can users. Because I would use whatever was around. At the age of 19 I was using cocaine every weekend. I attempted suicide more of cry for help, but nobody listened. By the time I reached 20 years old I was out of control, everybody I knew thought I was self destructive and mean (no respect towards myself or anybody else).rn Well July 3 1993, I was drinking and partying for about 12 hours at my friends’ house and I jumped off the balcony it was on the second level. The first time I jumped I fell back when I landed, but I put my arms out to stop me from hitting my head. Everybody at the party was telling me to knock it off and quit being so stupid. I kept drinking and smoking pot, about a half hour later I grabbed the railing turned around and said see ya! This time I landed half way down the stairs. I fell down the stairs smacked my head at the bottom and knocked myself unconscious.rn As I was in a coma my family thought there were demons inside me because I was growling and ripping the tubes out of me that were keeping me alive. The doctors had to put these big mitts that looked like Boxing gloves on my hands to keep me from pulling out the tubes. They had to strap me down at night so I wouldn’t hurt myself. Two weeks later I woke up in Mercy Hospital from my coma. When I woke up my family and the doctors said there was somebody in Heaven looking out for me.rn When I came to I had lost all my motor skills for I had bruised my equilibrium. I couldn’t walk I was in a wheelchair, half of my face was paralyzed, I had no sense of touch, I couldn’t eat solid foods, lost the ability to read and write. I had a long road to recovery ahead of me, and I didn’t like it. I was moved to Abbott Northwestern Hospital for therapy. The first day therapy started I had a hard time with everything they had me do, I didn’t want to do it. That night I called my mother and told her about my day. She had told me the longer it takes for me to learn the things I forgot the longer it take for me to get out.rn From that day forward I never gave up, I gave it my all. Whatever they had me work on I never stopped. The therapists were the ones who had to say enough for today. I was in the hospital for about two months. When I got out a week later I went to the Apple River tubing with friends and got drunk. Well my drug use increased it started out with pot but it was not long before I was smoking meth. I was partying harder now than before the head injury. I started seeing the ill effects of meth abuse. My friends were hallucinating from being up for days on meth. I told my self I’m not going to be like that, easier said than done. The date was November 26, 1994 I met this woman and it was love at first site, I told myself I got to get to know her. We started dating about three weeks later.rn Things were going great I thought. We continued to use meth and drink together. Summer of 1995 I quit using meth cold turkey. But my pot use and my drinking took the place of meth. I would always have a case of beer with me in my van and I was dealing pot so I never ran out of ways to get high. My use was starting to wear on Wendy’s patience, getting high was always first before her. I got a D.W.I. that summer I had 5 people and 2 dogs in my van and we hit the ditch at 55 mph. I looked up and noticed a driveway going in to a cornfield was in front of me. We jumped over the driveway and cleared it while the van did an 180degree spin. During this brief but major accident my life flashed before my eyes. I told my self that I was done drinking.rn Nobody got hurt and when everybody was out of the van we all started throwing the beer bottles and cans into the field. We flagged down a truck and he pulled us out of the ditch. We could not drive the van for the two back tires popped off the rims. We were about to push the van across the street when two state troopers came screaming down the highway with two ambulances behind them. The troopers found one open bottle in my van. They gave me a breath analyzer; I had been drinking all day so I tried to fake it. I blew a red right away. The trooper gave me a choice I could go back to the station or go to the hospital give a blood and urine sample and he would let me go. Well I chose the one of the two and he dropped me off back at my friend’s house. We all went to a graduation party that night this was my last time I would drink I told my self.rn My pot use became uncontrollable I was smoking pot like people drank coffee. It became a physical addiction I had to smoke pot or I couldn’t operate. I wasn’t even getting high off it anymore but I had to have it. About 6 months went by and I thought I could handle drinking again. It started off good just having a few but before long I was right back to were I was getting drunk again. I realized that I had a problem and quit drinking again. rn Wendy and I decided to get married we told her mother we were going to the justice of the peace because we didn’t want to bother anybody. She had asked us to wait until the summer, where we could have a back yard wedding. We decided to wait and grant her wishes. We decided to get married on June 1 1996, so six months of planning went into the wedding.rn Our marriage had its problems, but I started drinking again. I was always the first one drunk at any place we went. I would drink as fast as I could. I was looking for that feeling of drunkenness, but could not stop when I got there, so I would end up passing out every time I drank. Well Wendy was sick of my drinking and wanted a divorce. Wendy was the only thing in my life that was stable, and I did not want to lose her. So I told her that I was done drinking. I got involved in mountain biking, which helped me stay sober four years. I would always be looking for something to keep me happy.rn In the year 2000 I bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle I thought this was it I’m sober, married, have a house, what else could there be my life was complete. I started hanging around the wrong people and before you know it I relapsed on meth and pot for a few months. My attitude was back to the old jerk I used to be. Wendy spoke of divorce again, this was it I had to stop I knew I had a problem. I stopped using but my attitude was the same.rn I had a road rage encounter that could have taken a turn for the worse, prison. One night in December of 2000 this car was flashing its Brights at me. I stopped my car, jumped out and was at the door of the other car. I was screaming at him to get out of his car he opened the door and I kicked it in on him. He pulled out a baseball bat. I tried to grab the bat from his hands but he would not let go. I was telling him that I was going to kill him once I got the bat from his hands. All of a sudden another guy jumps behind me and puts me in a headlock. Now I’m screaming that I’m going to kill both of them. The guy who had my head in a lock starts to say relax man we don’t want any trouble, I said it’s a little late for that. By the time were done screaming and hollering at each other we decided to go our separate ways.rn I decided to go get the tattoo I have on my chest finished by my friend Tom up in St. Cloud. I called him up and said I want a graveyard on the rest of my chest. I started going to Tom in January 2001 for the tattoo, we were friends so he asked how it was going. I let him know all that had happened to me in the past and he said he would take that pain away from me. Well he did. For 16 months I would go get tattooed every week 4 – 5 hours at a session it was pain therapy for me. The tattoo was finished in April 2002 and the anger I had before the tattoo started to make its way back into my life.rn One afternoon that summer Wendy and I were sitting in our living room when a friend pulled up with another guy who was a known meth addict and was nothing but trouble. I say to Wendy what’s he bring him here for. He comes in I go to shake his hand and he says give me a hug, we could tell there was something different about him. After the hugs I go to Jesse and said what happened. He says I met Jesus in jail; I pointed right at him and said that’s what I need. He left and nothing more was said, I asked Wendy if she had a Bible. I wanted to read it for the fact that I never had. I continued to read thru out the summer nothing made sense to me but I continued to read it.rn I started working construction May of that year and I met this biker who was in a Motor Cycle club his name was Larry. I approached him by asking if the guy’s in the club were sober. He told me that they were all in recovery. I had asked him to go riding sometime, he said sure. So we talked every day I would share with him just about everything. Three months went by and we never went riding, he was a busy man being the National President of the Bond – Slaves MC. Well the date was September 6, 2002 it was a Friday Larry asked me what I was doing that night, I could not think of anything so I said nothing. He explained that this guy was coming to this church in Coon Rapids and he was going to break bricks with his head, bend a solid one inch thick bar in half and he was going to attempt and break some kind of record and break 29 bricks with his head. Larry says to me you should come check out the show.rn I knew where the church was so I said yes. I had wanted to meet up with Larry for sometime now and this would be a great opportunity. Larry never told me he was in a Christian MC so I had no idea what I was invited to. I showed up on my motorcycle Larry and his wife Shari came out to greet me. I was explaining the modifications I had done to the bike and I did not hold back on my swearing, I even said the F-word in the church. We sat down watched the show, listened to a couple of testimony’s among these was Larry’s he was addicted to heroin and how the Lord saved him. We were down in prayer and Jeff that was the man who did the show asked if there was anybody who wished they had Jesus Christ in their life and I raised my hand. We were done with prayer and Jeff called up the guy’s who raised their hands. I stayed in my seat, I didn’t know if I should go. Jeff pointed at me and waved me in, I wasn’t going to be a liar so I came forward. He talked to us about what we were doing; we were lead into the sinner’s prayer. As soon as I finished the prayer I felt Jesus Christ come into my heart and my life has changed forever.rn Since then I was in the Bond – Slaves MC for about 9 months had been part of their ministry being a witness to the Outlaw MC’s. I helped teach 4th and 5th grade Sunday school for a year. I am still a partner in a street ministry witnessing to the homeless and people everywhere. We serve meals, do city outreaches, share the Gospel, speak at churches, and drive around in a van handing out soup and water, giving coats away to people who are in need. I am a constant witness in workplace evangelism, proclaiming Christ were ever I might be.rn I am now an ordained Pastor I have done weddings, preached a sermon to small groups, counsel friends or people who just need to talk and someone to listen. I have been part of a revival at a High School and I am partnering up with the youth Pastor in our church. I do not hide my faith; everybody I am known by says I am Hellfire and Brimstone . I also am a small group leader and waiting further instruction from the Risen Lord. It only seems evident that I can relate any story of my past to the Bible. As that song goes “I will be your hands, I will be your feet, I will go were you send me. “Praise Jesus” Amen Feb. 2006rnrn |
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a2
on January 18, 2008 |
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that backpiece rocks...the front however does not, way too busy |
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deckmike
on January 19, 2008 |
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This tattoo on my chest was the result of pain therapy. I had a lot of anger in my life at that time and my friend Tom told me he would take it away. It took 15 months to finish I went every week 4 - 5 hours at a time. Tom Genereux is the artist. He died a year after the tattoo was finished. |
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tripwired24
on February 9, 2008 |
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Man,I think its all good.Nice artwork front & back. |
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