..imagine a life marked by tears and tragedy, which would ultimately become a thing of beauty and extraordinary potential...by the time I was 8 I had already watched my little brother die before my eyes, my sister get kidnapped on our way to school, and felt the fist of abuse on my little boy face. My Father was a drug dealer, my Mom was an abuser of substances and of me, and this is only the beginning of darkness...tears which I would turn into treasures, brokenness which would become my strength, a revolution of living that will change everything as we know it!