As a kid, I grew up mostly with one parent. My parents got divorced when I was about six. I moved from California to Minnesota with my mom. I was homeschooled up to ninth grade. I grew up going to church and my mom was always around. Once I got into high school, it all started going downhill. I always played sports growing up. I started drinking with my teammates from my high school football team and then started smoking marijuana. I was just drinking and smoking every once in a while, then later on I quit playing football for drugs and alcohol. All I wanted to do was drink, do drugs, and party.
Then, as soon as I turned eighteen, I left home and just stayed wherever I ended up that night. I was getting drunk and high everyday and I would steal alcohol everyday because I wasn’t old enough to buy it myself. I got a job with a friend doing landscaping. I was drinking and doing cocaine on the job. I thought I was doing good: I had a job; I was renting a trailer; and I was making pretty good money. But I did not realize how bad off I really was.
I was staying with one of my friends at his cousin’s apartment and ended up getting arrested for possession of a stolen vehicle and bonded out. I moved back to the same place with my friend. Not long after that got a DUI. I received a deferred sentence for the stolen car and DUI. I went back home with my mom and my step-dad and still was drinking really heavy, going to parties every night. Then I got another DUI and this time, I was sentenced to RID – Regimented Inmate Discipline. I was in RID for about nine months and got out in August 2011. I did good for a few days, and then became worse than I ever was, when I went back to the same friends. I started smoking ice (meth) and drinking really heavy again. Three months later I was driving to the store and I was drunk and a police car pulled up behind me and turned on the lights. I decided to just run and try to get away. I could have died, going 100 + through the middle of Edmond, but I didn’t. God wanted me alive; He has a plan for me.
I came to Oklahoma County Jail and decided to go to the Chaplain’s office one day. I recommitted my life to Christ. Ever since, things have been getting better. I’m done with drugs and drinking. My whole attitude has changed. I have been sharing God’s Word with other people in the jail and am extremely interested in the Bible. I’m now working in the Chaplain’s office and am soon gonna be going to rehab. There is a pastor that will be helping me through it all the way and helping me when I get out of rehab. When I get out I wanna help others find the Lord and make a difference.