I became a Christian at the age of sixteen but found my sanity when I was twenty-two. When I became a Christian, I didn't go forward on a Sunday morning and recite a prayer, or fill out a questionnaire so that people knew that I understood what I was doing. In my case, my uncertainty of where I would spend eternity just caught up with me one night. I was lying in my bed on Friday night, January 29, 2002 and I cried out to Jesus to come into my life and be my Savior. A miraculous rush came over me that night, one that I could not identify at the time. All I knew was that I was no longer...