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During his violent episodes, Butch Beckwith's stepdad often locked the youngster in the dank, dirty cellar. Butch usually settled on a spot of the steps where rays of sunlight sneaked in through the door. "I would sit there and be comforted by that light."

Some 40 years later, Butch now associates those warm, soothing rays with the light of God. "I believe He's been there all the time, watching me and protecting me," he says.

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