I said I was a Christian but there was no reality of it in my life. By this I mean that for the other six days of the week, I could swear, fight, mouth off, you name it. When I was eighteen, I moved out of my parents house and went to live with a friend because I didn’t like the rules at home. I wanted to do things my way. I started smoking, quit school and began fooling with drugs. For the next two years, I lived in three different houses with different people, working occasionally, living from one night to the next. I got myself into trouble with the law. After those two years, I decided to clean my life up.

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