I wake up in jail and I am freaking out. I can't remember anything and I start to panic. After a few hours of trying to get the guard's attention, I feel some things moving around in my pocket. In my pocket, I find a tequila bottle cap, some random guy's wallet/ID, and almost 5,000 rolled up in hundreds. As I continue to pace around it all slowly starts to come back to me. I remember going to the bar with my friends last night which was a Friday, so today must be Saturday. I remember us shouting over the lakers game and making a bet with my buddies if the lakers lose I will do 4 shots. I remember they lost on a last-second game-winner by the 76ers. I remember taking the shots and then leaving with my buddies immediately after. I remember getting back to the apartment and laying down because I had a headache. My buddy walked in and said they were still drinking and asked if I wanted to join, to which I said sure. I remember it was about an hour later I remembered I couldn't find my wallet so I had my buddy drive me back to the bar since I was way too drunk to drive. We got to the bar and I told him to wait in the car while I go grab my wallet. I looked around for about 15 minutes and then saw it on the floor under a barstool near where we were sitting. I grabbed it and headed out. I remembered getting back in the car and about 5 minutes later we got pulled over by a cop. He came to my window and asked for my name and then said "step out of the car". I got out, he patted me down and found the wallet which was what I thought was mine. He looked inside the wallet and then handed it back to me. He then put me in handcuffs and took me to jail.
Every male member of my family is a pastor. My entire life I have grown up in the knowledge of Jesus Christ and the Bible. One of the biggest influences in my life was my grandpa. Every time I would see him he would talk about Jesus and everything he has done. I grew up thinking that my grandpa never did anything wrong, that he was always good and so he was rewarded through Jesus. When I was about 15 my dad told me that my grandpa when he was younger was in and out of jail, drugs, and a few other things. When I heard it I was shocked. From that moment on it amazed me how even though he still did all of those things, Jesus was able to forgive him. It all started to make sense why he talked about Jesus so much and all he had done.
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