I grew up in a family that I never thought anything different from. I loved them and all the crazy things we always found ourselves in. I had a momma who loved me and did her best to take care of me and my brother. And a dad who I was able to see every other weekend, and him doing his best to pour out his love for me and my older brother.

When I was 8 almost 9 my whole world changed. My big brother Alexander Cipriano died in a car accident. I went from living and fighting with my brother daily to being my momma's only child. I didn't know what to do with myself, I didn't understand what had happened.

My mom and step-dad ended up splitting and my mom and I moved into my uncles house. It wasn't necessarily the greatest place for a kid to be, but it was my home for the time. I began readjusting to my new life. And then my whole world changed again not even 8 months later with my step dad passing away.

My mom ended up meeting her boyfriend and we all moved back to my old home. I started to re-adjust to my new life again. Not really sure of what I was to do, i just went with it and with what I was told to do. It seemed to be working before for the most part so why not just keep going......

A few years later at the end of 9th grade I ended up being pulled out of my moms house for things that she got herself into. I was put into the foster care system and lived with my aunt. I was angry with things that were happening in my life so I took it out on my family, bringing up old wounds.

Feb. 14th 2010 I was pulled out of my aunts house and moved in with my basketball coach to transition me into her sisters house when school was over for that school year. After moving in with her sister and brother in-law Josh and Candi, I began lashing out my emotions, my hurt, my anger.

That summer I went to Word of LIfe Island, were I learned about Jesus Christ and what He has done for me. That He is the Son of God who came and lived a sinless life here on earth that we could never do becuase we are sinners. But not only did He live a sinless life, but that He died on the cross as if He was the sinner. He was buried and three days later rose again.

That summer I accepted Christ as my personal Savior. I would love to say that after that the rest is history; however that is not the case.

I am now learning how to live out in faith in Jesus Christ but still struggle with my own personal sin issues.

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