One father is dead, another father in prison.
I was almost sixteen and having the time of my life. I played football on Thursday nights and marched in the band on Saturdays. Soon I would get my driver’s license. I was living the dream.
But in the span of three days, my whole life had changed. Now we were running from Texas to Pensacola, Florida and living the stuff of nightmares.
Each of us struggle with unplanned problems. Bad things happen to good people. Through this moving story, may you find hope, help, and comfort only found in Jesus Christ.