Angels protected as the drug lord tried to kill me.

I would take guys into restaurants and everybody knew to take off their hats. One of the guys, who I still talk to, asked me, “Why do you pray? You know what we do here, right? We sell drugs. Why do you pray? Our business is ...

Chased by a narcotics agent. Caught by God.

"I got into buying drugs from the mafia in New York and selling drugs on college campuses. Just raising all the hell that I could at a young age."

They were stoned, but I was hearing a voice. God's voice.

So I started playing the guitar, which came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know how to play the guitar at the time. I would spend every Friday and Saturday in my room at night just learning how to play and learning to sing wor...

My Dad was the Evel Knievel of the neighborhood.

I remember early as a boy he would come into our neighborhood in a trailer park where I lived in Gainesville, Florida riding a Harley on a wheelie.

My children became my God.

I completely gave in to the depression and I gave into the addiction. I became homeless. I lost custody of my sons. It was then that I cried out to the Lord.