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 Miracle of Life Change - It’s not just a title in our seminars catalogue nor a lofty ideal outside of reality. Knowing Jesus Christ means your life will never be the same again. And He has the power to deliver you from every and any thing. Our chairman, David Ong shares his story how God brought him from addiction to redemption. I GREW up in a nominal Christian family where gambling was a family recreational activity. My four elder sisters and myself were sent to Sunday schools but our daily lives were untouched by the associated Christian values. Whenever a missionary acquaintance visited us, we hurriedly clear all evidence of gambling then acted innocent when we invited her in. There were also frequent quarrels between my father, who worked as a chief storekeeper, and my homemaker mother. My battle with drugs addiction came only after we moved to Bangsar in 1971. I was 16 years old. I was just cruising in life, I guess. I didn’t have a clear purpose of what I wanted to do but I knew I didn’t enjoy studying. I got through Form Four but failed Form Five, dropped out and started working at a job my father got me in the company he worked at. I also made some new friends and learnt from them how to drink, how to get drunk and in Form Five... how to experiment with drugs. I started with marijuana. It was easy to get it from my friends or pushers. Once, we even went to Batu Caves to find magic mushrooms! From these “soft” drugs – where the addiction was more mental than physical, I progressed to heroin. There was a house in Bangsar where you would be offered heroin if you were there at “the right time”. That was how I took my first puff of heroin before I started chasing the dragon too. I never injected heroin though. I was doing drugs almost daily and would lie, borrow or steal just to finance them. When my father confronted me after finding my discarded capsule in his car, I admitted I was doing drugs and he took me to a medical clinic where I was prescribed tablets that aid withdrawal symptoms. I took them twice then stopped. I didn’t want the tablets, I wanted heroin. It was an addiction of the body but more so, an addiction of the mind and the heart. And I only found out later that God alone can heal a sick soul. 1974 to 1975 was probably when I was in the thick of my addiction. I went in and out of places and to people who were supposed to help me but none and no one worked. After the first trip to the doctor, my father sent me to a hospital for a two-week detoxification. Initially, I defiantly insisted that I wasn’t an addict so I wasn’t given withdrawal symptoms medication for my first night. I had a hellish night. I cried out in pain, tossed and turned in cold sweat and in my delirium, I remember looking at the barb-wired windows and wishing I could jump out, run away and get to a pusher to get some heroin to ease my pain. Next Page Page 3 |
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