I was running from God, but I didn't know I was running from God. I didn't know that.

I was trying my best not to drink. I'd go a day or two, and I just couldn't stand it. It kinda got around that 'Hamilton got religion.' So for about a year, it was the most miserable time of my life because I was secretly still drinking. One night I came home, after about a year of this, and I woke up the next day and the desire was gone.

My life and my plan wasn't very good, but at least it was my plan. It got to that point that I just couldn't stand it any more.

I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I needed God in my life.

I couldn't imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.

My dad was a good man but an emotionally absent father, and so I had to look for that male attention somewhere else, and found it in a brother-in-law. He just happened to be an alcoholic.

I ended up getting on my knees right there in my bedroom. I didn't have a tract that had, you know, 'here's how you pray to receive Christ' on it. I had never seen a tract in my life. I had never read a Bible.