The last thing on Kal's mind was becoming a Christian. He was just not that kind of guy and definitely not cut out for that kind of life. But Kal was drowning. Between his mother's death, his father suddenly reappearing into his life, college, a pestering younger brother, a needy girlfriend, a zealous cousin and an overbearing aunt he just didn't know which way was up from down any more. All he wanted, no, all he really needed was a saviour to grab hold of his hands, and to help him take a well needed breath of life. Author's note This story is set in the island of Jamaica, which where I am from, so there will be a bit of dialect written into some of the conversations for authenticity. For passages I think will be really difficult to understand I will add footnotes at the end with translations so to speak... for those who understand what is going on just skip over the footnotes and continue enjoying the story.