I hated everyone. I blamed my family for my mistakes.
I would sell to support my drug habit.
I lied to my wife and kids.
I had been in boys camps, juvenile hall, and in prison. I hadnt seen the streets in 10 years. I was tired of being tired; sick of being in prison.
I lost all my family, wife and kids.
I donít hate any one.
I am not perfect, but every day I try to do something good for someone even if its just to say God loves you and so do I.
I am trusting God to give me my family back.
But first I have to work on myself; be faithful to God, and leave it in His hands.
Two weeks ago, I got a letter from my daugther. It's been over two years since I have heard from my family, but God is in control.
And I know Jesus died for my sins.
So now I just trust God with my new life.
God bless you.