About The Author
Bonnie B Bell
Reflecting on my life, I see a series of struggles that shaped me. I’ve faced more than my fair share of pain, and it brought me to a sobering truth: if hell exists, I didn’t want to go to a place worse than this world had already shown me.
But I’ve also come to understand that nothing, not even the devil—could destroy the love that lived in my soul. I share my story not to gain admiration but to point to something greater: worldly success does not make a person an overcomer. It’s the love they carry in their hearts—love for God first, love for others second.
My story began with an overbearing mother. I was tall and clumsy; in her eyes, children were to be seen, not heard. Speaking was considered talking back. She was materialistic, and her appearance mattered more than her connections.
Tired of life and after a suicide attempt, I was rescued from death’s door.
I saw a UFO. It was not just a light in the sky, but a silver disk, clear and unmistakable. It was real, and it shook something loose in me. I knew there had to be more to life than what we could see with our eyes. UFOs were mentioned in the Bible, and I was determined to discover what that truly meant.
