I grew up hating people. I got a lot of things from the street. Years of addiction and alcoholism. I stopped drinking in 2012 when my son got taken. The night I got my son taken away was when I took the last drink. I wish I had poured everything else out. Because I continued to use the drugs. It got so bad I was on death’s doorstep trying to kick the door down. I always maintained that I want my son. I’m gonna get my son back. I want my son back. I kept getting in my own way to getting him back. After years of fighting for him and after several years of sobriety, my son called me up and said that a staff member where he was at hit him. Instead of reacting the way I wanted to react, I acted the way God wanted me to act. Because of that, it went from a 98% chance of him going out of state for treatment, me actually not getting him back, to “I’m getting him back.” I ended up getting him back. I got to lead him to Christ and then I got to help baptize him in Christ. Which was pretty cool. This was all within a week of me getting him back. I’ve had him back for about 3 years now. It’s been up and down, up and down but you slowly get on the right path. God’s been doing a lot of great things in my life. He brought my fiancé into my life when I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I was more focused on being a godly man, godly father to my son. My brother’s coming to Christ so we’re having those conversations now. I’ve lost family members over my faith. I still hope they’re gonna come around. They will. They’re young, they’re dumb, I was young and dumb once. I think they’re coming around. I have faith God has a lot of good things coming up. I understand at times I gotta go through some of the rough times and help people through rough times and ask for help through the rough times.