My dad is my hero and always has been, growing up in a home where God was not the big picture he was just the man above, I basically worshiped my father, my coach, my hero. When I was 13 God took my father away form my life for a few years dew to his surprising addiction to Crystal Meth. It was then when I looked to the real father above, and tried to be the man I knew I should be. I matured mentally as a teenager and moved schools and started new, I became the crazy, wild, and loving kid but eventually people would learn that I cared to much about others almost enough to allow my trust in my friends to be my fall.

Because I loved the outdoors so much: growing up in the woods hiking, kayaking, camping, I found myself in the wrong crowd trying to make them write! I had so many friends (most of them older witch left me vulnerable) almost all my friends loved to party smoke weed and be wild. In 9^th grade I realized fast that I lived in one of the biggest party towns in the U.S, 5 minuets from the University of Alabama campus. I had a huge God shaped spot in my heart that I could not even begin to fill with all the filth I was destroying my life with. After two years of high school, I was going to church but for all the wrong reasons, I knew God as my Savior but he had never been my lord, he was there when I hit rock bottom he would pick me up clean me off but then I would go straight back into the same sin.

Half of high school was over it was the summer before my junior year when I fled from the police and was arrested, luckily my dad new the cop and I rode home in the back of my dads truck instead of the cop car. That just was not enough to turn my life around, my dad was in tears seeing me through my life down the drain like the rest of my family and he told me either I had to get involved with the church or get a summer job to pay off the 2,000 dollars worth of tickets. So I walked to the church and talked to Chris Green the youth minister he told me about a trip they were about to go on called Big Oak, and Chris knowing I needed the help offered to pay for it and even though it was only a couple of days away let me go.

Little did I know but the bowl I smoked before I got on the bus to go to big oak would be the last time I ever touched weed. I tried so hard to fight the Holy Spirit growing inside me on that trip, I fought and fought cause of the fear that I would fell, then on the last night boooooooom it was unleashed and oh Lord did It set on fire I cried and danced and sang and just was completely soaked in Gods grace. That night at big oak ranch I found the Father, the high, the rush, the spot that had been missing in my life!                                                

Going back to school when I walked through the doors everyone didn't know who I was. And long story short I went from a future drop out to class president, an average athlete to one of the best wrestlers in the state. All because the power and glory of God, a year went by and the next summer I went on a Mission trip to Mexico and God showed me my love for the Mission field, Its been the longest hardest most difficult life to live  but every sacrifice all the friends ive lost and all the drugs and parties ive missed have not touched grasped even skimmed the top of what Gods love has done in my life and the COMPLETE JOY he puts inside my heart.