I am here today to share with you my dreams and wounds from the past. My journey has been one of unexpected change and rebellion yet I feel that finally I have found the peace I was searching for, for so many years.
             This journey begins many years ago when I was a young lad growing up during a period of discovery and enlightenment, of peace and prosperity. I, however, did not agree with this new world order. My world was one of chaos and distrust. The HSC seemed my smallest rival: my mother dead, father never home and my one friend lost in his own superiority. I had lost all hope. The HSC just brought more failure. Now my dreams were no longer in sight. I was on the brink of ending my life's journey.
             The one recourse I had was my ability to fight. I never backed down from the opportunity to cause harm to another. I could not understand my anger; all I knew was that I felt better every time my fist collided with another's soul. It was my release, my salvation.
             When I left school I had no hopes for the future, no options. But my one and only friend presented me with one. I had never backed down from a fight yet and this was going to be no exception. You do have to understand, however, that at this time I was at the end of my rope. So, I was presented with an option that made sense to me; robing banks. You are probably all wondering why I am telling you this. I am happy to talk about it now because, simply, I am no longer the same person.
             Sufficed to say, our first attempt was less than successful. We were arrested and sentenced to 5 years jail. I had hit rock bottom. I think this is as low as any person could possibly go.
             Now would you believe it? On only my second day in the clink I found myself in a fight with a guy twice my height. When I finally regained consciousness I realised they had thrown me in the hole. Now, they say that when man is at his worst they turn to God. Well I tell you tha
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