Therefore, when I started seventh grade I distanced myself from everyone and focused on my grades until high school. I knew my parents would never have the funds to pay for my college; my mother worked in our school cafeteria and my father was a production worker. Money was always an issue, but the bigger picture was that I would be the first in my entire family to attend college. I had no one to guide me on the right path, no one to tell me what steps to take. During my senior year I started working as a receptionist at our hospital's clinic to start saving for my education. That's when I began to surround myself with colleagues who believed that everything I had been through was God's way of pushing me to do my best. I saw their point of view, but why so much pain? I knew one of my cousins ​​attended a Christian church, so I started attending her on Sunday mornings. In my mind I was starting to think that maybe my colleagues were right. My parents and I were never close, I had no siblings, I had no one in my life to push me to my limits. After a few months of attending church I began to feel different and have a closer relationship with God. At the end of my senior summer I had received an email with the scholarships I had received to attend Kilgore College. A goal I had set for myself, but more than a goal it was the path God had indicated for me to further my education. I continued to attend college and church and my grades were better than ever, as was my life. My second semester God granted me the greatest blessing and proof of its existence. I was blessed to have my son Caleb. He was my biggest support, along with his father, who worked as hard as I did to help me continue my education. The birth of my son didn't just change me and my life