Hi! My name is Robbie Pierson and I'm 49 years old. I wish I could tell you all those years were good ones, but that's not the case. I was brought up in a good home. I played sports and lived like a normal boy, but all that changed and not for the better. My father became an alcoholic and usually took his aggressions out on me. When I was 14, my parents brought me to Florida and left me here, to teach me a lesson. Little did I know how much my life would really change. I moved in with my brother, who was a drug dealer and drugs were our main source of income. The street life was hard and I had to grow up fast. Don't get me wrong, I had good times in my life. I lived the way I knew how to, but always knew I could do better. I put myself through high school and college, but something was terribly wrong. I always felt like something was missing in my life. I kept getting into trouble and I was in and out of jail. My wife died suddenly and I was left with just myself and our 2 year old son. I was twenty years old and had no idea how to raise a child. I was a child myself. My in-laws took him in and I eventually lost touch with him, due to using and selling drugs. In my twenties, I was introduced to cocaine. It was the new drug and the new way to pay the bills. I remarried and that didn't go so well, but I did gain a daughter through it. I never really got to know my children because I was so caught up in my wicked ways. Although they grew up to find happiness and success, I was still very lost. I bounced around, living a dark life and eventually wound up going to prison. Somehow, by the grace of God, I maintained my life, but there was still something missing. I couldn't find happiness. I was angry at God. In my forties, was introduced to prescription drugs and heroin and unfortunately, I was my best customer. I had lost everything and given up. I formed a plan to take my own life. I made a lethal dose of fentnal and heroin and injected it into my arm. I woke up 3 days later in a state hospital. I didn't remember anything, except for what I had done. My life became restored and the hole in my heart was becoming smaller. I came to CITA, not because I had ruined my life, but by the grace of our Father, Jesus Christ. I am finally free. At CITA, my past was in the past. All my troubles and pain were left behind me. God was always there and He sent me to CITA to change my life. As of now, I am doing well. I am building a relationship with God and my children. I've given myself to God, my heart and my soul. I now belong to Jesus. He has made the hole in my heart, well... whole!

                                                                                                                                                                             Thank you,

                                                                                                                                                                          Robbie Pierson

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