Don't ask me why. I have no idea.
Last night, I got talked into going to a party down near the Ohio State campus. And honestly, I don't remember much of it. All I know, I woke up feeling queezy and numb. Yes, I apparently was drinking. It so happened, that Coach R, an elder of Saints of America and a youth counselor at a youth facility, apparently had called me about 4pm today and I had no idea where I was. Friends have just told me that Coach R managed to ask me a series of questions to find my location and drove out of his way to track me down and pick me up and keep me safe.
I feel very guilty right now. It is hard to explain, but I would never do something like this. I feel like I've been corrupted or something. The guilt is overwhelming. Now I know that God is watching over me even though I have humiliated him by drinking underage. I do not know what got into me. I know I've been stressed lately. I know that I was feeling down on life a bit. But that is no excuse. Thank You Lord for sending an angel to care for me. If Coach R had not gone out of his way to track me down, who knows, but I'd probably be passed out in some unsafe place. I promise you God, I will never ever do this again.
I am ashamed of myself. I also promise to sit down with my mom and talk about what I have done. (boy that is going to be an experience in itself). But again, thank you Coach R. It goes to show you really care about us and go out of your way to watch over each and every one of us in the Saints of America.