For years Paul believed that little in his life was his fault. But, he was a young man out of control. Physical abuse and drugs, followed him through adolescence and into adult life.
By 15, he had his first child and at the same time, was in and out of Juvenile Hall. Soon he graduated to selling meth, not just using it.
All the time he was dealing, he was laughing at those he sold too. He pitied them, but at the same time ridiculed their dependence. Then one day, alone in a restroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. Paul was struck by the blank stare returning. "What had happened to him? Why had God done this to me", was his cry.
The weakness that he saw in others, now glared back at him.