ABOUT STEVEN

Who is Steven M. Biro? To begin, I grew up like most kids in America. I come from a very God Centered and loving family. We were not rich, but my mother and father always worked as hard as they could to provide us with a healthy and wholesome environment to grow up loved and balanced. I attended public schools and was a good student through the first years of school. However, by the time I was in the fourth or fifth grade I began to notice a change in me. I began to feel invisible around my family. Kids in school began to make fun of me. Oh, there was never anything that I could put my finger on. It just always seemed they never wanted me around. It was at this time I began to hang around with others like me. Trouble makers.

By the time I was ten or eleven I began to smoke pot and take acid and other drugs that my older friends had. By the time I was thirteen I began to shoot drugs into my veins. At the age of eighteen I was using an animal drug called PCP . One day a “friend” who was several years older than me had shot me up with some of the stuff and I awakened the next day and could not see out of my eyes. It was like looking through frosted glass.

I went to the hospital and spent the next three months receiving injections in each eye to treat the infection caused by an unsterile technique of injection. (you never know what is in the stuff you buy on the street.) My left eye never did recover, and my right eye returned to normal. This should have been enough to make me stop using drugs but it did not because I was totally lost. By the time I was twenty-one years old I had developed nearly an eight hundred dollar a day cocaine habit. I did not have the money to pay for the cocaine myself so I devised a plan to pose as a DEA Agent and bust coke dealers and take their drugs and money away from them. The last time I did this the real police had the same drug dealer staked out and busted me. I was placed in jail and three days later, while coming down off the cocaine I had been up for two weeks with nearly no sleep and found myself in a drug induced psychosis. I was hearing voices and talking to a man dressed in black sitting in my cell. No one else could see this man. It was then that I gouged out my good eye at his urging. (Ephesians Chap. 6, verses10-13) I spent the next 5 years in prison blind. For the next year and a half I continued to use drugs in prison everyday.

After all of these personal choices I hated my life, I hated being in prison and I just did not want to live any longer. One day while sitting in my cell contemplating my death a guard came to my cell and said, “Biro, you need to listen to these tapes” Because he was a guard and a Christian I tossed the tapes into my locker and forgot them. A few days later I decided that this was the day I was going to die. I had discovered that in my cell there was a pipe sticking out of the ceiling of my cell and I could take the bed sheet out of my locker and hang myself from that pipe. While I felt around in my locker my hand brushed across those tapes that guard had given me. I thought to myself, “what the heck” I took one of them out and placed it into my talking book machine and began to listen. It was the story of Saul of Tarsus and he was on his way to another city to kill and capture Christians. At this moment I was inspired. I knew I was not as bad a guy as this guy Sol and look how God had changed him and used him.

Maybe I could change.