Here is a little history of my life. At the age of 10, I met a girl who would someday be my wife; her name is Shannon. I knew from the moment that I laid my eyes upon her that we would share most of our lives together. This was my first experience with the divine connection, this feeling of knowing. It was a feeling of such strength there was no questioning it. It felt like it was meant to be and even though my best friend asked her out before I could, they eventually broke up and I began seeing her sometime later. I know, I know, you’re not supposed to date your buddy’s ex-girlfriend, but it was meant to be and I knew it, besides I saw her first. Lol We dated off and on throughout middle school and high school. I remember the last time we broke up. It was if we knew we were supposed to be together but we were not ready. We looked at each other and kissed goodbye for what would be our last breakup kiss. I had friends in all the clicks in the entire school: the band members, the head bangers, the jocks, the skaters, the mechanics, and then I took a wrong turn and started hanging out with the gangs; they took me down a very dark and painful path of violence and disobedience that I knew was wrong. Then it got really bad and that was the last time I made it back to school. I just knew that if I went back I would end up dead.