I grew up in a good home, lots of love. When I was 19 I started to stray away from God. I moved to a different town and ended up getting involved with the wrong people. Gave up the job I had to sell dope with a couple former gang members. In the process I lost everything, my apartment, my job and almost my life. I over dosed twice and almost ended up going to prison for a very long time. I was involved in this type of lifestyle for awhile. On and off I would do drugs and sell dope. I was a heavy cigarrette smoker and an occasional drinker. Every other word was the “f” word, I never went to church and if I did I was most likely high.

I was fortunate enough to meet some better influences and slowly after a lot of bad expieriences (being robbed, jumped) I figured it was time to make a change for the better. I quit smoking and two weeks later I heard about a men’s retreat that was happening at the church I was attending. Someone from the church sponsored me so that I could attend. At the time I was involved in a lot of spiritual warfare, my walk was weak, I was still swearing and listening to demonic music. I finally decided to go and while there I couldn’t stop thinking about becoming saved. During one of the sermons they had an altar call and I felt like that was my time and I went up with about 10 other men. We said a prayer together and I gave my heart to the Lord.