Get Out of Jail FREE is a personal look at childhood guilt, suppressed in the mind and heart carrying over into adult life. We all have experiences of guilt, thinking we did something wrong or that something that happened in our families was our fault. If we have never been told differently, we often continue to live with secret guilt all of our lives. Through Jesus Christ, we don’t have to carry guilt whether it is our guilt or someone else’s. It has already been carried for us on the Cross at Calvary. Jesus set us free! All we have to do is know we are free from the chains and shackles that bind us in our hearts and imprison our minds, shake off the dust of our past, walk out of the prison of self and become a blessing of honor. Then, pass on the Get Out of Jail Free card for healing to fellow inmates who have also found themselves in the prisons of their own choosing. This is what Vina Lee has done and you can too!

Grady and Betty Wills, Pastors: ALC

A book about Forgiving, Thanksgiving, Advice Giving and from the Heart Giving, says Dr. Fred Adler, retired aerospace executive, former president of Hughes Aerospace, Los Angeles, California and of Nadgeco Ltd., London, England and keynotes writer and co-editor for Get Out of Jail FREE.

Vina Lee, founder of Academy of Life Coaches, assists people in every area of life coaching through situations with successful life experiences Biblically and professionally. She has been a speaker and leader in personal growth seminars and life coaching for over twenty years and is an international author.

Chapter 1

Get Out of Jail FREE

Cold, clammy winds whipped against my thin body as icy fingers of death slashed into my skin. Steel bars cast long shadows across my face. My arms hung limp at my sides as my shoulders slumped forward in despair, dejection, aloneness and now, isolation. That didn’t bother me so much, as I had learned to survive this way, until I heard the heavy iron door shudder on its hinges as it slammed, closing out the light of day while sealing the damp darkness of prison within. Fear struck at my heart!

Turning quickly to fight back, I threw my body against the rough hard surface screaming, shouting and crying into deaf ears as a big black key grated in the lock creating a wall of cold hard separation between me and the rest of the world. I slid down the rough surface of the old iron door slumping into a heap on the cold, damp cement floor.