The Sativa High,
I guess I will go out on a limb here and put some things up that I usually don't. First off I believe God has a plan for everyone's life. With that being said here is my story.
I was raised in Church, simply because my mom was and my parents made me go. I did learn some basic things and was baptised at the age of 9 along with my dad as he
converted from the Catholic Faith to the Baptist. At 13 my parents divorced after a pretty bad situation brought about by aanother lady in a new church we started going to
even after my dad did not want to make the change. We found out a few years after the divorce that the lady at the church that broke my family up was one of these people
that go to church pretending to be something they were not and we found out that our family was not the only victim of this coke dealing lesbian. At that point I quit going to
church and was furious that they would allow this lady to still be an active member of the church after nowing all these things but she was a big contributor so they turned a
blind eye. I chose to live with my father and my brothers and sister had to go with my mom because they were not old enough to make their own decision.
I became involved in a gang because I felt my Homeboys gave me a sense of family. It wasn't long before I was one of the larer suppliers of coke and crack to the area and with
that came drive by shootings, assault and you name it. During all of this I knew I was doing wrong but I could not stop, and the thought of My Lord and Saviour stayed in the back
of my mind regardless. I was own my own at sixteen and was hungry and needed shelter so I did what I had to do to get those necessities. Next thing you know I luckily missed a
30 year federal sentence day for day no early release and watched my buddy go up for the bid. I just happened to not go with him on the trip but sent my 54K with him to take care
of business. Well as soon as he get back the task force was waiting for him behind a snitch. He was charges with aggrivated posession, trafficing, violation of the federal stamp act,
transporting across every state line crossed in doing so, as well as using the phone line to set up the deal. After that I thought I would chill for a while, but that didn't last long. Next
thing you know bam I miss another case for murder in a drive by but my other friends went down and are spending 25+ years due to it being gang related activity, once again I was
supposed to be there but just out of luck my girlfriend at the time just got back from out of town and I decided to stay home with here. After this incident I chilled for a while and next
thing you know I am back at it again and this time almost didn't make it out of a 30 year drug case, luckily they didn't have enough evidence to take me down because they couldn't
prove anything other that I had bags with me on surveilence but never caught me with the product. What was bad in this deal was if they would have busted me it would have been
bad for alot of people because I was supplying a bunch of cops juice. At this point I said that is enough the next time I may not be so lucky. I got tired of dragging bottom so I called
a family member that lived out of town and they said I could come live with them so I did and got back on track got new friends with things going for them and thanked God for bringing
me through the many things oither than just what was talked about above. There is no doubt that if it weren't for God having a plan for me that I would be a caged animal right
now, and if that were the case I probably would have never gotten out because my mentality and I feel the Lord knew that was the case.
During the middle of all the things that were going on above I lost my dad and really got crazy and at one point I overdosed on blue and clears ( ate 12 ) some guys took me home and dropped me at the door
I couldn't walk and no control of my bowels and vomiting perfusely and my heart was in mega overdrive. My vision was was in and out and I was vomiting blood and I keep seeing a Bible next to the bed
and had enough energy to litterlly fling my arm over to enough to knock it onto the bed and prayed saying I would read until I felt it was time to stop so I started. As I started reading every chapter that went by I felt
fuller in a spiritual sense and kept reading next thing you know i felt like it was enough and no joke jumped out of the bed went into the rest room took a leak and when I walked into the kitchen they were actually calling
the ambulance and were shocked as they hung up the phone. I said whats for dinner and ate a huge plate of rice and gravy stewed pork chops and drank a pile of ice tea and was totaly fine. After that point I knew
without a doubt what the reason for me still being here was.
