"I turned to whiskey for escape and became an absolute slave to alcohol…When my family and friends deserted me, … the thought occurred to me that I could escape by running away. The Lord led me to Washington and the Central Union Mission where I accepted Christ as my personal Savior the night of March 4, 1951.

That night Christ did in a wink of the eye what some of the best doctors, psychiatrists, and I myself had been unable to do in years. He not only forgave my sins and gave me a new life, but took all desire for alcohol away from me. I praise and thank God for His saving and keeping power."