I Was “Saved” and then I Jumped Off the Boat

I couldn’t walk on water so I had to learn how to swim.

Yaret Hernandez
Oct 3 · 3 min read

For most of my life, I have lived in good ol’ South Carolina. The place where its not uncommon for people to go to church three times a day. It’s also no surprise you have to stock up on alcohol before Sunday because good luck finding a place nearby that doesn’t have the beer section incarcerated.

If you want to live in the south you have to forget unsweet tea exists, monogram everything, have at least one Carolina or Clemson t-shirt…

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