When I was 22, after my grandparents and my mom died, I reached out to my estranged father. His son called me back and told me he said he was not my dad. I started drinking and doing drugs heavily for years until one day a crack dealers mom told me that I was too pretty to smoke crack and that God loved me! I laid down the drugs and alcohol and went back to school. I now have a college degree and am an advocate for animals and missing children! By the grace of God I am off the streets and back in church. Praise the Lord!