My name is Angel Anthony Jazek, and I am a child of God. Today, I am no longer afraid to speak the Word of God openly.
I was adopted at a young age by my aunt and raised in a faith-based home. She did her best to guide me in the right direction, but I chose not to listen. Over time, I stopped wanting to attend church and gradually distanced myself from anything related to God.
At the age of 13, I began smoking marijuana, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral. I started to believe I was untouchable and could get away with anything. By 15, I had become involved in a destructive lifestyle, surrounding myself with people who were making poor choices—and I wanted to be a part of it. That same year, I was charged with fraud. I was shown grace and received three years of probation.
During that time, I was given an opportunity to work at a restaurant through a program. However, after completing my required hours, I fell back into old habits.
I returned to smoking and eventually began using Xanax. One night, after taking too much, I overdosed. My cousin found me on the floor—I truly believe God sent her to save my life.
She called for help, and I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Looking back now, it’s hard to believe that even that wasn’t enough to make me change.
I was adopted at a young age by my aunt and raised in a faith-based home. She did her best to guide me in the right direction, but I chose not to listen. Over time, I stopped wanting to attend church and gradually distanced myself from anything related to God.
At the age of 13, I began smoking marijuana, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral. I started to believe I was untouchable and could get away with anything. By 15, I had become involved in a destructive lifestyle, surrounding myself with people who were making poor choices—and I wanted to be a part of it. That same year, I was charged with fraud. I was shown grace and received three years of probation.
During that time, I was given an opportunity to work at a restaurant through a program. However, after completing my required hours, I fell back into old habits.
I returned to smoking and eventually began using Xanax. One night, after taking too much, I overdosed. My cousin found me on the floor—I truly believe God sent her to save my life.
She called for help, and I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. Looking back now, it’s hard to believe that even that wasn’t enough to make me change.
