Very few, if any, of these individuals, were religious. And yet, I felt like I had real friends... In the church, I was taught to spend most of my time with other Christians to avoid temptation. I was taught to be "in the world, but not of the world," and that anyone "of the world," would drag me down with them.

As I shuffled through the stack of envelopes, I noticed a letter addressed to my then boyfriend, with a return address and female name I did not recognize. You bet your ass I opened that letter.

She asked "Why aren't you wearing any flip flops in here? You're going to get a fungus! And it's easier to carry all your stuff with a shower caddy." I responded, "I don't have money for those things." And she said, "It's like less than ten dollars where you work." I was too embarrassed to respond so I didn't. I just thought to myself, it's either a shower caddy or ez mac.

I was on fire for Jesus. I believed that if Heaven was real, and Hell was for eternity, it was my responsibility to tell as many people as possible about Jesus. I couldn't bear the idea that they may burn in Hell.