There is hope. There is help and there is a place for a brand new beginning. I write to you from a former lifestyle where I had it all, lost it all even to the point of death. Thanks to a mother that loved me and refused to bury me at a young age. A praying mother who knelt outside my hospital room after getting the report that my life was over, refused to believe it and stood in the gap and prayed me off the hospital bed in the emergency room. A powerful prayer warrior in the COG Cleveland, Tennessee, named Betty Hicks. My mother who cried out and heaven moved as God gave me a brand new beginning with a plan and purpose. Because of her submitted and obedient life to the Lord in this moment I live to tell about the love and mercy of God to whom I give all the praise and glory to. Seconds from death as men said it was over but God said not today I choose to spare her lost son, giving me opportunity to receive Christ and live.