Barry Holcomb

I sat down and cut off a little piece and snorted it, I didn’t feel anything. Maybe I did not do enough, so I cut off another piece.
When the nurses and guards carried me out of the cell they pronounced me dead and pulled a sheet over my head.
I felt myself surrounded in a blackness that cannot be explained with words. I felt like I was completely alone and drifting into deeper blackness. I knew without a doubt I was going to hell.
When I came to in the ambulance the first thought that went through my mind was “thank you God.”
The one thing I knew for sure was I had to reevaluate my thoughts on what it meant to be saved from the fires of hell, because what I thought I knew was wrong.