Therefore, when I started 7th grade, I distanced myself from everyone and focused on my grades throughout high school. I knew my parents would never have the funds to pay for my college education; my mother worked in our school cafeteria and my father was a production worker. Money was always an issue, but the most important thing 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 in our hospital clinic to start saving for my education. Around this time, I began to surround myself with colleagues who believed that everything I had experienced 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 following her Sunday morning. In my mind, I was starting to think that maybe my colleagues were right. My parents and I were never close, I didn't have any siblings, I didn't have anyone in my life to push me to my limits. After a few months of attending church, I began to feel different and began to have a closer relationship with God. At the end of my last summer, I had received an email listing the scholarships I had received to attend Kilgore College. A goal that I had set for myself, but more than a goal, it was the path that God had laid out for me to continue my studies. I continued to attend college and church and my grades were better than ever, as was my life. My second semester God gave me the greatest blessing and proves His existence. I was lucky to have my son Caleb. He was my biggest support alongside his father who worked as hard as I did to help me continue my education. The birth of my child not only changed mine and my