I grew up on the crime side. The NY street s. Where you learn at a early age how to eat on them streets. You either down or you not. I jumped through a lot of hoops to fit in. Only to find out. I actually didn’t belong there. It took me a while to get it. But I finally got a understanding after a couple of bids up north in a few state run facilities I found out the truth. The streets got no love for no one. The streets will always be the same whether I’m there or not. Shit don’t change unless I choose to change. It was a hard lesson but one that I needed to learn. I retired from the streets without receiving a pension. But I got out alive. Praying with the families of all those who do not make it through. I was blessed to find a way out. I earned my seat in the fellowship. I have the battle scars physical and mental. Please believe me. God’s grace and mercy saved me and showed me that I was way off course. My thinking was more than just upside down. It was backwards and twisted and distorted. I’m clean now coming up on 6 years in October. I never would have made it with out Devine Intervention. God’s grace and mercy again shines through in my times of struggle. I am a living testimony. If I can do it anymore can. I was considered to be a lost cause. My higher power said no. You are worthy.
Peace and blessings