With Me

Juvenile Detention Centers. Family Treatment Centers. "Home" away from home. That is what I have been dealing with for the past year. Not what I expected life as a teenager would be like, but I have to deal with it I guess. Late July, 2011, at around 11:30 p.m. I would do something, make a choice, that will change my life forever. Being caught__ wasn't on my mind at the time.One more month til' my birthday. I've done this sort of stuff before, just not on this big of a scale. Growing up as a Christian boy really didn't make an impact on my life. I mean, if it did, this wouldn't of happened, right? We learn about Jesus when we are little kids. It is the same time we learn about the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, and the Easter Bunny. And as we grow up we start learning the truth. It was our parent(s) the whole time. Back to the story. I have been doing this stuff for about three days now. I haven't found anything good that I want. All I want is the cash. I don't have a clue what I would do with the money when I got it. To tell you the truth all I bought was a Gatorade. In August of 2011 I was charged with two counts of second degree burglary. The Lord made preparations for this event even before I was born. I got to go. This has got me thinking...