On October 20th, 2002 I was baptized with my 2 month old daughter. I didn't know what baptism meant at that time. I thought it was just a way to show your allegiance to God. It took me 8 yrs to figure it out, and even then I needed some help. I want to help others find the peace that God has given to me. I want share my story in hopes that I can help someone stay away from the life I led, or if you are headed down that same path that it is never too late to change.
Growing up I didn't have a lot of good adult influence in my life. My parents were divorced when I was 4 or 5, I saw my dad on weekends when he would take me to my bowling league or hunting at Mt. Saint Helens, things like that but he passed away when I was 12.
My mom had to go to school and then work so I was raised a lot by my older sisters, but they were teenagers and had their own things they wanted to do so I spent a lot of time out on the streets.
I started smoking cigarettes when I was 10, and took my first hit of Marijuana when I was 12. By the time I was 16 I was using Cocaine and Methamphetamine and by the time I was 18 I was regular user of LSD. I stole, I robbed, I beat people up, and I used women as sexual objects and treated them like trash. The only person I cared about was my mom. This is just a view I guess of the different chapters of my life. I will go into further detail of each chapter in hopes of showing you that it is never to late and that no matter what you do, God loves you.