77 Lives Chapter One
“Then peter came to Jesus and asked, “”Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?”” Jesus answered, “”I tell you, not seven times, but seventy seven times.””Matthew 18:21-22 NIV
I was born November 20, 1988. My mother named me Charles William Kilman after my beloved father. I had a less than fantastic childhood. My parents were Catholic, so we went to church every Sunday. I was devoted to my faith as a young boy. Said my rosary every night and I was an alter boy. as i grew up I lost my faith in God.
When the economy went down in 2009 I wasn’t sure if it would pick up or not. I became a con man. It sounded like a good idea to a twenty-year-old kid looking to get rich fast and have some fun at the same time. I look back and I’m not proud of what I did. I ruined lives…marriages, and cost people thousands of dollars. I never admitted this to my wife. She would have been upset that I felt bad for our outrageous lifestyle. She loved me because I had money. I met her during one of my cons. When she found out how much money I had she “fell hard and fast for me.” She was a gold digger and I deserved nothing less. But unlike her false love for me I really truly loved her. We had a son and a daughter. Their names were Charles Dean Kilman the third after myself, and then my daughter was named Marie Antoinette Kilman. I raised my kids as atheist. Our family had some rough times and good times. Because of what I did for a living over time I saved so much money that by the time I was in my thirties I had retired early and we lived well all of our days together! My kids were denied nothing! For my daughters 16 birthdays I got her a $1000.00 pair of earrings and a 63-ford mustang GT. For my boy he got a Ford GT and a Rolex watch. That was a mistake I would regret for the rest of my life. The first night he got that car he went out street racing and got into an accident. He was in a coma for three months. When he woke up he couldn’t move anything from his neck down. One of the saddest days of my life was that day. I crawled into a bottle for letting him go for a ride with his friends who as it turned out egged him on. I stayed there for two years. In that time my wife left me for an attractive man half my age. She was five years older than him, but she gave up on me when our son was peralized and we had high medical bills.
Her new husband was young and an heir to a large fortune. By now mine was almost depleted due to medical bills and my wife and children’s bad spending habits. When she left she left the kids with me even with the state I was in; she didn’t care, she didn’t love them.
After my kids turned 18 they left one at a time. Charles didn’t talk to me for three years. My daughter helped me get back out of the bottle I was in. Eventually I went back to scamming people. I was getting lower on my money than I liked. My ex-wife was draining my resources. And I was still attractive enough to the ladies to milk all I could from them and their husbands. I did that for another ten years. I sent a good deal of my stolen money to my son to take care of him. He couldn’t do anything for himself. He had to have nurses to take care of him. So I paid the way for him to live as comfortably as was possible. But anyway, one day I quit doing everything I was doing and settled down in a nice house. I didn’t get married again. I was disappointed with my first marriage and I wouldn’t have another one! She took me for all I had in the divorce and I couldn’t forgive her.
Eventually I got sick. I ended up with an aggressive intestinal cancer and it was not pleasant it took that cancer two miserable years to kill me. So I died…. and now…it was the end of the world…judgment day! And I had to find a way to get God to let me make it up! I didn’t want to go to hell for eternity! I remember what the Bible said about hell! And I was NOT going to go there without trying to fix it all first! So I devised my deal to make with God.