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 don’t 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.