Every generation has an event they remember. For Gen z and Gen alpha it's covid. For my dads generation it was 9/11. When covid hit, I didn't understand was happening. I'm sure no one did. Then, suddenly, 2021 rolled around and life was more crazy with the vaccine. Then my life turned upside-down. what i thought was my life wasn't. People who i thought were my friends, suddenly thought i was a monster and i was leaving my church for a different one. But back in February of 2021, my dad sited a verse i'll never forget. "But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory—just as from the Lord, who is the Spirit". (2 Corinthians 3:18) Then, we moved churches. It was hard but then we met some close friends. Somebody on the worship team left and my dad was invited to be the lead guitarist! this meant going early to church. the entire family would go early. Then my little, comfortable, outskirts-of-town life was suddenly a roller coaster. My normal life was suddenly A boat in stormy weather, A Twisty-turny tornado, A-never-go-back adventure and for me i was suddenly a runaway renegade, a rebel, a rulebreaker, an explorer about to jump into the deep. I remember looking into the mirror, thinking what is happening. Then i moved cross-country. At first i thought it was a curse. Only now, i see every piece of the puzzle fall into place. Also, if i hadn't moved i wouldn't know Nono (@AquawolfAlbert). I was always meant to be a shepherd not a sheep. I was always meant to be a leader not a follower. Anyways, now i'll tell you about how i made a gansta group....
