At sixteen years old, I was still moving through foster homes, searching for love, trust, and a place where I belonged. I carried wounds that wouldn't heal and an emptiness that followed me everywhere. Then one night, after a party, a terrifying truck accident nearly ended my life. What followed was a painful confrontation with my decisions, the violence I experienced, and the faith I believed had never abandoned me. This is my true story of survival, free will, finding my center, and learning that sometimes the most important roadmap is God's roadmap.
