Growing up I didn’t have a relationship with Christ. My mother would take me to the Catholic church, but the true meaning of Christianity never clicked for me during my time there. My father, who wasn’t in the picture very much, had fallen away from his Catholic faith when I was a child and I entertained the idea of other religions in my head. When I was in high school, I was the farthest I had ever been from Christianity. I was prideful, egotistical, a jerk overall, and had no intentions of going to church and pursuing God.

When college rolled around, I felt lonelier than I had ever been in my life. At night, I was terrified of what might happen to me when I die. I got involved in a Bible study, but it was more so out of fear of death than out of love for God. I thought that if I went to Bible study then I could increase my chances of going to Heaven. I eventually met a campus minister at Rock of Christ on the UCF campus. He and I would meet up every week for a Bible study, and he told me the truth about God and His word. After a mental struggle that lasted around a month going back-and-forth on what I should do, I decided to receive what Jesus did for me and fully surrender my life to Him on February 6th, 2025.