“I was kicked out of my house and on the streets when I was 18. I was a rebellious child seeking the love I was never given. I didn’t have any money so I did what I had to do to eat and live so I became a dancer. At first, it was the best choice for me because I had taken dance lessons all of my life. I was a good dancer and made quite a bit of money. I also had a great body. It is gone now. I thought I enjoyed dancing but things got out of hand. I was doing drugs and drinking about a fifth of booze a day just to dance. I stayed high. I woke up some mornings, not knowing where I was and how I got there. I was abused by my boyfriend at home. My nose is crooked because he broke it. I got tired of the life. I had terrible self-esteem. I thought I was just a piece of meat and treated like one. God spoke to me through those times reminding me he was there. He used me for the other girls even in times when I was running for my life. God kept me safe. I knew it wasn’t right and I wanted out. God sent a man. I didn’t trust him at first because I didn’t trust anyone. He got me out and got me my first real job. I didn’t know how to work or make a decent living.