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Brief bio of Jesse Clowater:



I was born on August 24, 1982, in Charlottesville, then grew up in Fluvanna County, where I did country boy stuff, like fishing, hunting, and playing soccer. My mom began taking me to church when I was two. I went to Christian school until the ninth grade. Even though I believed in God, I got further and further away from Him during my late teens and twenties. Substituting temporary fun for the Truth, I followed a track that would either end up in jail or a funeral parlor.
               

             After consuming copious amounts of moonshine with friends, I somehow thought I could drive home from Crozet. Because after drinking that "sauce" your invincible, or so you think. The Almghty forsaw a cedar tree connecting with my head at horatiously high speeds in the middle of the night, to wake me up.

             I woke up days later in a hospital room with tubes and wires trailing off my body, unable to talk or eat—even though I cannot remember it. A severe traumatic brain injury has its definite downside; it narrows a person’s world to what is really important. My story is one of being stripped of my rebellious identity and of returning to the Lord I had tried to place on a shelf.
GISZACK, TODD COL (GISZACKT@fuma.org)
 Warren McIvor (gwmci@yahoo.com)
 Steve Feden (steve@ccfluvanna.com)
 David small (dsmall@apps.fluco.org)
Carol Sears Ragland (dblmiracle@Hotmail.com)
Dr. Harold Bare (434-953-9065, Pastorbare@covenantchurch.net)
Terrie Wood (Twood@apps.fluco.org)
Pastor Adams (434-581-9982)
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