James Yim | USAI'm not so sure where to begin. Before my salvation I had 3 false salvations throughout my high school and college years. Each and everytime I thought I was saved I would go back to being James, the old James doing the same old things I used to do. There were two things that finally made me realize that I wasn't saved.Growing up as a kid I was never humble and I was never honest to myself. I rarely even said sorry to people, even to my parents. I was one stubborn kid.  I grew up knowing that my dad only sees me through his heart and hands and also that my family wasn't rich. So through everything I did with my friends I wanted to show them that I was stronger than them mentally and physically and show them that I'm not weak. With everything that my friends did whether it was good or bad, I wanted to be better than them. If they did something good, I did it double the amount, if my friends did something bad I would show them that I could do something crazier than that. It was after my best friend got shot in the head 3 times in a deli at broad daylight from a group of Spanish kids'. All I thought to myself after that day on was revenge. My best friend was already in this "group" of kids. This was the start to my new life. A couple of months passed by, but this was my chance to prove who I was, a strong hearted man. Later on I was a part of this "group." I probably estimate one and a half years to two years of my life was the craziest experience that I'd ever faced. I saw many things and done many things that a normal life wouldn't have experienced but this led me to realize what sin was - which I'm actually thankful for. It was really hard because I was part of this group, but I was also a soccer player and a Christian all at the same time. Two years later when I thought I was saved, I left the group. But again I kept going back to meet them. It felt like an addiction, a different kind of addiction. It was over 6 months ago when I realized my last salvation was false. An older friend in the group came out from jail and all of us went to go meet him and that night I felt as if everything started over again. I knew something was wrong.In between those months I noticed that one kid younger than me in the New York moim who really tried to help me get saved. His name is Michael Lee. Because I was such a stubborn guy, I didn't really want to hear what he had to say. He told me, "Let's read a Bible verse together." It was just me and him at my house and I said "Why not?" The story and verse he read to me was the parable of the lost son (Luke 15:11-

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