This is my story.

People keep saying to me Tony tell us your testimony! So here you go, I was was born into a family with a single mother who worked her tail off to feed my two older sisters, older brother , and my self. we lived in Cali we were lower class but we were to young to realize it. a week after my fifth birthday i remember my mom sending me to sleep because it was late and as i slept i woke up to screaming and yelling, sat up in my bed, and ask my oldest brother Eric what was going on. Eric was only twelve he told me "its okay tony go to sleep" i laid back down and the yelling continued so we got up to see what was going on and saw my mother and Ronald my step day argue and fight. Ronald then started to hit my mom and grabbed a Knife then i ran back to my bed climbed under the covers and Ronald chased Eric back into the room. I remember Eric scream out "NO, STOP, PLEASE, NO, HELP, MOMMY MOMMY HELP! he climbed to the top bunk were Ronald ripped him down and started stabbing him over and over and then slit his throat, i laid there to scared to make a sound, Ronald stood over me knife in hand and then i felt this warm filling cover me this warm comfort take over me as if it was a force field wrapped around me. i fell asleep quickly and awoke with no injury and looked over to see my brother's eye meet mine. ill spare you the details of how his body looked but what i will tell you is i had to jump over him and the blood and ran into the living room my eyes full of tears were i saw my mother laying on the floor eyes closed wrapped in a blood soaked blanket. Now this is were it gets fuzzy i remember screaming "MOMMY WAKE UP PLEASE! PLEASE WAKE UP MOMMY!!" and my oldest sister Jenn came in and grabbed me and Reza called 911 but my sisters tell me when they woke up i was no were to be found and they called 911, i guess the cops found me sitting on the swings at my neighbors. we were shipped all around. we ended up at our grandma's and grandpa's in Washington state. 

were after about a year, we were split up Jenn to her fathers, and Reza to her fathers . I on the other hand well we don't know who my dad is so i stayed with my grandparents. i was only in 1st grade when we were split up.. Going threw all of that at a young age made me angry! It made me depressed, it made me violent, it turned me evil. i spent all of my Jr High and Sr High years in trouble at school, i smoked allot of pot and drank more then anyone should drink in a life time. i was in and out of counseling, i strive to make a my grandparents proud but the truth was my grand mother blamed me for the death of her daughter, and with that working against me i started looking for a new family. i found my family with who i call "The Blood Brothers" we were a band of brothers there was Terence (the younger brother that basically lead us), Trystan (the older brother i needed so bad in my life), Dillon (the youngest), Brent (the responsible one), and my self together we made up the craziest, most hardcore youngsters to grace the streets of this town.with out these guys i would probably be a shady tweaker or something lol. in Jr High i met Joe he was the one kid that ever stood up to me! the funny thing was he was like two feet shorter then me. well when i spent every weekend at his house for the most part, he was my best buddy. his foster parents loved me and at one point when they bought a new house bought me a bed there so that i didn't have to sleep on the floor. well one day in High school my uncle mike was so tweaked out he acussed me of stealing his drugs when i told him i didn't do it he spit in my face i hit him so hard in the jaw he fell over i was 16 at the time we got into a huge fight, i threw him down the stairs and it went from a fight into a beat down.. i spent the knight in Juvie and when i got out Gayle (Joe's mom) asked me to come over for the weekend, that weekend they told me they wanted me to move in. i moved in there and they help grow me in the Lord watering the seed that Chris Field(180 youth group pastor) planted in me in Jr high when i first learned about Christ accepting him into my life at a big youth event call Big Splash at the Wild Waves Amusement Water Park. After High school i moved out and fell on some hard times were i became a drug dealer to pay rent things didnt work out to well so i moved back to my grandparents i became a punk rocker and drank and partied all day and night i was a wreck i was kicked out for partying and moved into my band-mates house we had gotten into a fight and Rob and Gayle took me back in i kept drinking and partying trying to forget life not caring if i lived or died and i started to think about God but then brushed it off. i turned 21 and i was barely cognitive for the whole month of December  but January 1st 2010 i woke up after a crazy new years party, still drunk and stoned i laid in my bed and i said to my self "I need something more.. I NEED GOD!" i closed my eyes and cried, i cried out to God i asked Him to save me! I BEGGED Him to deliver me from my sins. and from that day forward i gave up the drugs and the drinking and now i live my life for Christ!

  "This is my story and its sad, but its not the story of a kid who was lost and found, its the story of a young man who was dealed a bad hand but threw Christ was lifted up and and made an apostle threw trials and tribulation"