By the time I made it to the 12th grade, I was more of an Agnostic than anything. I believed that there was a higher power, but His involvement with man had been nonexistent since Adam and Eve screwed the world up for us all. I believed, strongly, that mankind was left to self-destruct while God watched from a far away place with no desire to intervene. It was not until my early twenties that I was able to look back over my life and see that God, whose beginning I know not, was there the entire time. These times when I know His hand was heaviest in, around, and on my life, are like the bridges I've used to cross the Mississippi, in and out of Louisiana; in and out of Arkansas. Though never seeing its source, I've seen its presence, sat along side its presence, fished in its presence, and have even had a hand in its presence. Simply put, I know God is real and I know God exists, by His presence in my life.