After doing cocaine, I felt this pain in my chest and my heart pounding and I started freaking out, panicking, and all I could think was, “I don’t want to die and go to Hell.” I remember just crying out to God, “God, please, I don’t want to die, please, get me through this night.” The next day I was alive. I woke up, and it was just on my conscience heavy; “You prayed to God and you asked God, ‘get me through the night’ and He did. What are you going to do?”