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I'm 17. I grew up in a Christian home. but until I was about 15 I never really had a relationship with God, I jus knew he was there. I didnt pray, or thank God for anything, I did my own thing. My range of friends consisted of everyone, but my closest ones were not the true Christians. In the 7th and 8th grade I had gotten into drug dealing. I was the guy who planned everything out for them. I set the meetings, I ran the whole shabang. I never did drugs, or drank alcohol, I was smarter than that. I had this friend from the 5th grade that I started hanging out with more. He was a Hardcore Christian if you will. He didnt know that I was caught in the drug deals. He was the kind of guy that would pull you aside and set you straight with God right then and there. He didnt care who was watching or how was around. anyway we started becoming better friends more and more each day. Then one day it happened, he invited me to church with him. I thought hey, I have friends that go to that church so why not. So I went, I talked to my friends through Sunday School and didnt listen really to that lesson. Then service came in and we couldnt really talk. So I listened to the sermon. I liked it. I understood him, I didnt know why at the time but I started going back more and more, and I started wondering what I was thinking getting mixed up drugs. It took a while but I finally got out of the drug business around the end of the year. My mom was really glad that I had started going to church. Soon I was bringing her. That summer My uncle invited us to visit his church, so we did. I walked in the doors and everyone was so happy, everybody loved everyone. You could see it in their eyes. After that first time there, I knew thats where I wanted to be. So soon we switched from Baptist to Disciples of Christ. I've been going to that church ever since. I've found a greater meaning in life and a more purposeful future. The 9th grade came and went and then summer was here. Our Church decided to go to Big Stuf Camp in Florida. I went and one of the other youth and my friend brought his cousin along. His name was Jeston. He was pretty much like I used to be. Throughout the whole week I was working on him. Being there for him. Talking to him. Getting to know him more. Being his friend. Trying to show him the way to the light. The day before the last day we were there, in our small groups, he went up and gave his life to Lord. I was so overwhelmed, I just couldnt be any happier. Well the last came around and my Youth Pastor and Jeston went into the ocean and were about to Baptise him. I couldnt see good so I went over and stood on top of this rental jetski. I was watching them walk out and water was hitting them pretty hard so I was praying for the waves to calm down a little bit. They got out little bit and Julie (my youth pastor) right before she dunked him the whole ocean went calm, I mean flat. She dunked him brought him up, and the whole time he was in the water and then brought it was calm. After that, on their walk back to shore, it was hitting again. Right then and there I knew thats what I wanted to do with my life. Be a Youth Minister. So when we came back to our home town, Paris Texas, I went in front of my church family and told them I was giving my life to the ministry. I would become a Youth Minister. Know here I am, a Sophmore, in high school, minister in training. I still have that wide range of friends I've always had. Some of my friends parents have came up and told me how much I mean to them for changing their kids. Thats what I'm here for, Jesus was friend to all and he hung out the the rejects, the ones most hated and resented. I'm trying to do the same. Be a friend to all and bring as many to God as I can. But if I only Bring one person to God, it would have all been well worth it.