All of my life my family has been drug addicts, prostitutes, and different things. I didn't grow up in a very good household.
When my mother was pregnant with me she decided she didn’t want to have me
"I never realized the God that they serve is not the biblical God. The reason I didn’t realize it is because, as a Mormon, I never read the word of God."
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
We got busted three times within three weeks. The last time we got busted was with felony possession. I was sentenced to eight years in prison.
I just lost all hope. I was just being dealt the wrong hand. I really went into a depression.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
My father took a baseball bat from the corner of the room and started beating my mother over the head, face, and upper body. The darkest day of my life was the day they lowered her body into the ground.