“But where do you live?”, exclaimed my friend
The Lord stopped me from going straight to hell
When I was 20 years old I decided to try drugs
Once I jumped under a truck's wheels, but as a result I was beaten by the truck driver instead
My wife had divorced me, and I was out in the street without means of substance, and without a purpose.
I tried to stay "clean" by my own human efforts, but I couldn't and I fell again.
The criminal environment had kind of romance, and I was attractived to it.
I felt like a human wreck, alcohol, and the drugs took everything out of my life, what I was needing to live.
After having shot an overdose of heroin in 2004 in Eilat, I was delivered to the hospital where they diagnosed me as clinically dead.