I grew up in a small town. I had a great family that wanted the world for me. They ?didnt want me to be without anything or feel any pain. I took advantage of that. Around 14 or 15 I started partying with friends. Finding any excuse to do what I wanted to do and get away with it. I hid my life from my family and stayed in some sort of social track until I graduated high school. Things hit a new level in my life and I went out of control. I moved away to college and never made it to my second class. Through the course of 8 years I had done it all from any drug to any kind of lifestyle that went along with those drugs. I turned to relationships for stability but it would always turn out to be a drinking buddy or a fellow dope friendship. I went to jail countless times and used my family to make my way back into society. I lost jobs and turned to selling drugs. I wrecked cars and went through overdose after overdose. I should be dead. I came to my end after coming to work and failing a drug test. I found myself asking the question. "Do I really want to die like this?" "Do I want to keep chasing this demon?" And the most important question." Can I keep killing my family that has given me everything?" I decided to get help. I knew it wasn't going to be easy and I had to face the person that I had become. I went to a year long rehab in south Florida and finally came to the peace that I was always looking for. I gave my life to Christ and gave him everything. I am now in a missions ministry. I am at the airport headed to the Dominican Republic. I have been given love and strength by giving God all of me.