I like planning ahead, no one knows my next move, you can hurt me and still don’t know my moves. I would rather play chess than checkers. If you don’t show your moves, then they exposé themselves and all their tricks. You think you win, but really you lost. Did it hurt yes, but I have nothing to hide. I use to play chess a lot. Man when those tables turn and they thought they played you but they played themselves. You had a chance but you had to be loud. Being loud doesn’t always mean you’re innocent, just means you can’t hide what you did. Each court case takes time, but being smart and not saying anything and being humble, and always three steps ahead, it’s no wonder why everything starts to unfold. I’m not afraid because the truth always wins and when you have a wonderful team, four lanes isn’t about changing paths , it’s about understand you were put on this path to expose the wrong and show what is right. You were given the toughest battles because you could handle it but also prove that a Christian doesn’t need to be loud but to show who they truly are through their actions. Actions always speak louder than words. At the end of the day it’s not about you, it’s about helping others but making light that this can happen to anyone. It is scary, terrifying and can get emotional at times, but going through this you weren’t by yourself. You chose to go through this and to testify, to face the fear to make change for many. Many wouldn’t choose to speak because of how scary it is, but when you know you didn’t do nothing wrong. You know you will prosper and be proven innocent, you just have to patient. The ones who play stupid games will win stupid prizes. God gave you this for a reason, that you never made this about you, it will never be about you. It won’t be first time and it won’t be my last time. No matter what you go through, you got this.

was mentally, sexually, physically and verbally abused by a forty year old man that I wasn’t related to. I was choked, have scars from lighter burns, I was hit and yelled at. It started when I nine but progressed worse, before my thirteenth birthday. I didn’t find God, God found me. I will admit I am not perfect, I have hurt others with my words. I have lashed my anger out. I made mistakes, but I always chose to do the right thing. To make amends and correct my mistakes, because you never know when you may need that individual again. I had the actual judge and lawyer come to my house, the judge personally delivered the verdict to me, because I couldn’t be in the same room. I hid my phone, but I collected evidence that could be used against him. I got a lifetime restraining order, and he can’t be in the same state as me. Having your door spilt I half infront of you, to see the rage of a man and no one is home to protect you. For years I didn’t tell my dad, not because I didn’t want him to know, I just didn’t want to lose him for doing something stupid. There is a type of guilt and shame that you carry, I became someone I didn’t recognize. I was the one to blame, I caused this or it was made this up for attention. That’s why many survivors don’t share their story. Many of us still look over our shoulders, because we will never feel safe. This was my low tide, but I eventually learned to break the chains and share my survival story. It still hurts, it still brings tears and my voice still shakes, I still have nightmares, but I am in better place. I never used my pain to hurt others. It took a lot of work to heal, even though once you leave that situation. You have to deal with the consequences it has on your health. You have to unlearn the bad habits and everything you learned while you were in survival mode. When you are in survival, you are a completely different person. Once you’re free, your punishment for things that you didn’t cause is the health problems that comes afterwards. You become sick because your body is so used to being survival mode. Matt Hearn was the first once who knows my story, because he did a sermon on this topic. I miss him, but I know he is in better place. I had so many wonderful people who are in my life, especially the one who is reading this. I haven’t forgotten the ones who have been there for me. Who stood up for me, even when I didn’t ask for it. I do appreciate it and I haven’t forgotten it. My relationship will always remain strong with the Lord, I am not perfect but I know I am forgiven even when though I don’t deserve it.

I loved competitions especially when it came to writing or math. I got in first place twice and second place once doing multiplication problems but timed. I love doing math in my head but hate writing it out. My grandfather was a math teacher, bus driver and principal. I started learning cursive, math and writing at very young age. I learned English through music and I learned how to walk with a buggy. I couldn’t walk or talk until I was five years old. I was delayed but that didn’t keep me back. I got the love for music and weather from my grandfather. I know how to play the clarinet, guitar, piano and violin but it’s been a while. Ebenezer Middle School got in second place with the band competition. I type fast because each year I took a typing class to become efficient in typing. No matter where the current goes I chose to thrive, try new things and step out of my comfort zone. I loved being in front of crowds. I am not afraid of crowds. I am not afraid to make a change or address what needs to be changed. From Cornelia, Georgia, Rincon, Georgia, Pooler, Georgia to Savannah, Georgia, so many memories happened. What many didn’t know even though my elementary school and middle school years I was in Effingham County. I was in West Chatham Middle School Yearbook in the very back. I did a lot of events with Kelly Tours and somehow my picture at twelve ended up in the yearbook. I wasn’t just associated with Effigham County but also Chatham County as well. Each path has a connection, it will make sense why we run into certain people. Why some leave and why some stay forever. Sometimes many who cross our path is to either to teach us a lesson or to show us what we are missing.