I have everything I could want or need, I am a very strong Christian, I am a wife and mother of three, I have an amazing job as a doula, my husband runs a bank, my children have wonderful schools to go to, we have never been in debt. This is hard to believe considering I come from a long line of drug addicts and con artists. My parents had abused and neglected me. When I was ten years old, I packed my things into a small suitcase and fled into the deep, dark woods of Colorado. When I arrived in the woods, I found an old abandoned cabin with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen, a small living room, and a small bathroom. The cabin was brown, it only had two windows in the entire cabin, and it was old and tiny. The cabin must have been fifty years old. The wood outside the cabin had termite damage and splinters everywhere, but at that age I didn't care. I just needed a place to live. I ate whatever I found edible, like non-toxic berries, birds, fish, and certain types of leaves. I remember feeling so alone in that cabin, but I had nowhere else to go outside of the foster care system. I felt I was too old, no one wants to adopt a ten year old child. One day something happened that changed my life forever. I found two girls heading towards the cabin. The older girl had blonde hair and green eyes, was skinny and very dirty. She was carrying a little girl with curly black hair and blue eyes. She was dirty and skinny too. The eldest daughter was named Samantha, she was six years old. The youngest daughter was named Kate, she was one year old and she suffered from Down syndrome. Both girls were covered in bruises. I said to Samantha “what are you doing here?” She replied “Are… in the middle of paper…… and I come from a long line of prisoners. I don't deserve what God has for me now but “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life John three: sixteen. » I never had the chance to talk to my biological parents about God. So, every other Friday, I go to a women's prison to share the word of God. I love sharing God's gift because everyone needs it, they may not realize it, but it's very important. If I had grown up in a different family situation, I wouldn't be able to relate to the kind of people I deal with now. One thing that I don't think many people realize is that there are children and teenagers who live alone, not just in other countries, because it also happens here in the United States. I hope my story inspires you and helps you become aware of a somewhat forgotten culture..