Most of my personal experiences, if not all, are relayed to third party outsiders with regret and reflection. In hindsight, people tend to try and think of the exact moment everything went wrong and come up short. But I, we, remember the exact moment that the Devil himself carved a new path for us.
Which brings me to Mexico.
I was coasting into my senior year of high school and feeling great. My best friends and I were all starting the summer of 2013 off strong with a mission trip with our church to the Yucatan Peninsula. The following picture is literally moments before the tragedy.






















