Growing up life was simple. It was fun and exciting. I went to school, made lots of friends, worked a job and had really good times. After high school all that changed for me. I started running with the wrong type of people, getting myself into some evil situations and quickly began to sell drugs. For years I managed to have two completely separate lives, my regular normal life and my street life. I dropped out of College, and soon went from one career to another.
Not long after getting involved with dealing narcotics, I found myself using them which gradually led me through a whirlwind of heavy addiction, destroying everything and everyone around me. I started out dealing and using cocaine and ecstasy for the “upper” party high I needed to fuel to stay in the game constantly.
Keeping up with the times and my generation I made a transition over to pain killers, such as Percocet, Oxycontin etc… Well that’s where things got even worse. I found myself using pills very heavy and daily. I never experienced the draw or overwhelming need for a substance like this before. It enslaved me. I ended up looking for a stronger, cheaper high, I found Heroin.
At this point making money from drugs was gone. It was like I was in a trance. I was fixated solely on getting high, all day, and everyday. Quickly, crime and violence became my driving force to get what I wanted, what I needed, no matter what the risk or who I hurt. I didn’t care, I couldn’t care.
My family stuck by me this entire time for what ended up being almost 7 years. At times, it was really too much to bear for them. They kept bailing me out, paying my debts and I still kept taking from them even when there was really nothing left to take. Through this, my father had prostrate cancer, my parents both lost their jobs and were completely wiped out. I abused everything because I needed my next fix. I made empty promises as they begged me to get help and they went from one NA group to the next, and I went from one Rehab and Detox to the next. My brother, who was always there for me, pleaded with me time after time and showed me that I still had a chance, without any serious repercussions, but I still didn’t care.
By now all my friends were gone, and I lost everything and everyone that I loved, my family was destroyed emotionally and financially. I was out of control with no hope. I was facing either death or jail as my endgame, but I wanted neither.
In April of 2012, I reluctantly started going to meetings at Calvary Chapel and my parents got in touch with Bob Sofronski through Timmy Patrick. Bob was at my house to see me and my family for an “intevention” the next day! Reluctantly, I agreed and came downstairs to “talk to him”. I hated Bob that day! Remarkably, Bob persisted and I believe he saved my life that day. He wouldn’t give up…..He made arrangements with my parents and Timmy to get me help.
Now, I love him for saving my life! With the help of the Christian Life Prison Recovery Ministry, and through the love and support of my family and now this amazing group of individuals who united to pray and pull me from the fires, I found hope. The best thing I could have done for myself was to live in a Christian Recovery house.
They showed me the strength I needed, but I never knew I had to find my Lord, my Creator on my own. It has been a struggle to keep my focus on God, but through him I am drug free.
My friendships and bonds have been mended and reformed. I have an entire new outlook on life. I have built relationships with people who truly love me and will always be there to help guide me through any hardships I may face.
I am truly blessed today. My future seems brighter, my Soul is most definitely stronger and my heart is finally happy and peaceful. Thank you Jesus!
“In him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” John 1:4-5