I was lost and all I had was my belief that God would see me through.
My experience was one of the most awkward, uncomfortable, foreign, and humbling experiences I’ve ever had. It was also the most rewarding, empowering, gracious, and life changing experience I’ve been blessed to receive.
Yuma County probation was cycling me in their recovery, transitional living, re-entry programing circuit that seemed to have no end. My last run at the street life landed me in Anaheim, C.A. with a new conviction. My relationship with drugs had run its course, and I needed to do my state time to start fresh and get on with my life. Shortly thereafter I got caught up and went to jail, was extradited, and I asked the judge to send me to prison. A week after my last court appearance I was in RNA wondering how everything else was going to come into focus. I was lost. I had no clue how to get on with my life. I have no family here. No friends. No money. No clue as to how I’m going to pick up the pieces.