09/04/2026
There was a time when I was the man on the left.
Addicted to m**h by 14. Abused. Trafficked. Homeless. A high-school dropout with a needle in my arm and more failed attempts to get better than I can count.
People had every reason to believe I would never change.
But God wasnāt finished with me.
If I could go back and meet that broken young man today, I wouldnāt lecture him. I wouldnāt shame him. Iād hold him.
And Iād tell him, āYou have no idea what God is going to do with your life. Just donāt give up.ā
July 24, 2008, Jesus met me at rock bottom.
Today, I get to spend my life going back for people who are still there.
Thatās why Rock Bottom Hope exists.
Rock bottom doesnāt have to be the end of your story.