An Open Letter from a Young Predator

Three angry looking gangmembers in a dirty, concrete bunker at dusk.

Dear Reader,

I never set out to become a predator. It just seemed to happen. Looking back on it I can see where key attitudes developed and some experiences solidified my perspective and honed my abilities. I don’t excuse what I did. I’m learning that God made me to protect and provide for those I care about.  But it takes time to retrain a person.

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