Protected By Angels

There was a time when I did not believe in God, go to church or think that anything that I could not see could ever exist. I spent an entire teenage existence thinking that my life was governed by coincidence and chance. "Luck." It took me getting pregnant at 17 to realize that there must be a God. I hung out with thugs and dope-dealers, criminals and drive-by shooters. I barely graduated from high-school, and blew off a full ride to go to college. I was unmotivated, uneducated and self-oriented. I lied to my Mother, my friends and myself about who I was and where I was headed in life.
One day, I looked around and every one around me that had intended on causing me hurt, harm or danger had suddenly disappeared. My low-down, dirty, dope-dealing friends were either dead or in prison. My so-called female "home-girls" were in jail, on welfare or both over some no good "baby daddy".
And here I was, no direction, no hope and no love...