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Message: About ten years ago I met a lady named Mrs. Gaskin. She gleamed of love, spoke softly and was peace filled. Mrs. Gaskin asked if she could visit me sometimes, and I said yes. I felt comfortable around her even though my dad was prejudiced and taught us never to trust white people. Right away trusting her felt right. She never judged me even though I was on drugs and depressed. She loved me right where I was, and wanted nothing from me. Every week Mrs. Gaskin came and no matter what I was doing when she called, I stopped. That amazed me because, as an addict, I would not have normally stopped. https://dev.pathwaysoflight.org/index.php/Miracles_News/full_article/1395
