3 years ago, I was homeless, living in my truck when my doctors said they didn't think I would live another 3 months, all due to 50 years of Cocaine and Meth addiction. So I decided to clean up and write a book about my life and how easy it is to waste a lifetime in what now seems like the blink of an eye. But being raised an atheist, the last person I expected to find while writing was God. But there he was in story after story, and I realized that although I never believed in him, he had never stopped believing in me.