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    A Letter To God
    A Letter To God
    A Letter To God
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    A Letter To God

    By China Meyers

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    “A Letter to God,” is a heartfelt, fascinating adventure based on the life of author China Meyers. In her quest to find love and happiness, she ends up living on the streets of New York City, left with sorrow, pain, and feelings of abandonment.
    China’s journey at age 10 when she is sent by her mother to live in Egypt with an older sister. After years of neglect, China is brought back to Brooklyn to live with her family. At age 12, she wakes up only to find herself in a mental institution with her arms and legs bound by restraints, and no idea how she got there. By 15, she has become a mother and a bodyguard for her drug-dealing brother. China is forced to put her life and faith on the line, and her values aside, just to survive.

    China Meyers is a moralist writer with a clear message of hope. Her mission is to let her readers know that, with Gods help, anything is possible. It doesn't matter what your circumstances are, he will see you-through-it-all!

    Some of China Meyers’ other works include sequels to "A Letter To God" and a series of children's books. One children's book is a truly inspirational story, "The Adventures of Coo-Coo bird," based on her dog’s life. These playful narratives teach children life lessons as seen through the eyes of China’s dog Coco and Coco’s newly found four-legged friends. These stories are not only educational but riveting and entertaining as well.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChina Meyers
    Release dateFeb 27, 2019
    ISBN9781733783903
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      A Letter To God - China Meyers

      A Letter To God

      A Letter

      To God

      China Meyers

      A Letter To God

      © Copyright 2019 China Meyers Published by China Meyers

      All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced, or otherwise transmitted or recorded, for any purpose, without prior written permission by China Meyers.

      For permissions, contact:

      ChinaMike123@hotmail.com

      Printed in the United States of America.

      ISBN 978-1-7337839-0-3

      A Letter To God

      M‌y dreams took on a life of their own, sometimes warning me, sometimes protecting me. Other times, they came true.

      This particular night was no dream, it was a nightmare about to happen. It was then my brother Snake said to me, We’re gonna rob a after-hours club.

      It seemed like right after that, I was holding a gun in my hand. I know hours had passed since he said it, but it seemed like only minutes. I found myself in the back seat of his ’76 Lincoln. It was as though everything was going in slow motion, as if someone had pushed slow on a VCR.

      My brother said, Get out and cover the license plate.

      As he was talking, I put my hand in my pocket, keeping a tight grip on my mother’s rosary beads. I never knew what to do with them. I just knew I felt very close to God when I touched them.

      Time seemed to stop as I thought to myself how crazy this was. But I had no one else and nowhere to go. No one wanted to take me in.

      I got out and covered the license plate with cardboard and duct tape. I thought of my brother’s girlfriend Butter. She was a kind soul whose last words to me had been, You’ll be okay. Don’t worry about nothing. You’ll be just fine. Somehow I had believed her.

      Back in the car, we drove a few blocks and then parked in front of the club. My brother’s friend sat in the car and kept it running.

      Snake handed me a gun and said, You know what to do.

      Before we left the house, Snake had given everyone their instructions. My job was to make the bartender open the safe. We were told she had the combination.

      At the door, my brother’s friend Smokey gave the password, and it opened quickly.

      Once inside, I went behind the bar. Immediately, the bartender said, You can’t come back here.

      I took out my gun and told her this was a stick-up. Smokey repeated my words and told everybody to get down on the floor with their hands in the air. I instructed the bartender to open the safe, but she claimed not to know the combination.

      I know you do, I told her, and you’ve got three seconds to open it, or I’m going to blow your brains all over it. Now, bitch! Now!

      My brother knew there was a lot of money in that safe. A crackhead who had worked the door told him that by Friday there were thousands of dollars ready to be deposited. In return for this information, Snake got him high with free coke.

      The bartender removed the money from the safe and placed it in my bag. Meanwhile, my brother made everyone else in the club turn over their money and jewelry.

      As I look back and think about these times, I am deeply ashamed. How could I have done this? At the

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