I could not believe that I had landed myself in a blue jumpsuit and cell at Cook County Jail. I had never been exposed to anything like this and never knew that women even went to jail. I had traded my freedom for three hots and a cot. I found myself in serious trouble that would last for quite some time. I was not a religious or spiritual person. Although I attended all Catholic schools, God had met me at twenty-sixth in California, and that was the beginning of my relationship with Him. All the time that I thought the innocent rappie was there for me and that I would go home after trial, I actually was there to set him free by telling on myself. I still got a blessing, and everything worked out for my good. I am a better person because of the experiences that I endured!