"Freedom was something I never found, trying to find six feet under ground. Under the weight of all my sin, fighting the fight I couldn't win. I was a dead man walking..." Jeremy Camp "Grace is presently at work in our lives." Robert Millet Saturday, December 10th, 2016... I woke up, lying on my side facing the window, and I was sick. I felt like I was dying. My head hurt so bad, it felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. My entire body was in pain, and I knew immediately I didn't have the energy to simply get out of bed. My stomach was churning - I was in bad shape. I could see light seeping around the edges of the blackout curtain that covered the window, so I guessed it was morning, but had no idea what time it might be. All I knew was that I was alone...very alone...in a crappy room in an old motel on Fremont Street in Las Vegas, and I was sick. Really sick. How did I get here? When I was about eleven year...