BLOODY. KIDNAPPED. TRAPPED.I'm laying in the trunk of this car, bloody from the beating I've just taken.While laying here crying in pain, all I can think about is my 19-month-old son.Just an hour ago I was in the mall shopping, living what I thought was the best life an 18-year-old could be living. My pager goes off, it's a guy trying to buy 2 and a half ounces of crack cocaine. Not knowing this page was about to change my life in a major way. As I lay here thinking this going to be my last ride, I said my prayers, asked God for forgiveness, wiped my tears away, laid there ready to face the consequences of the sinful life I was living. Now how in the world did I get here?!