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I was born in good ol' Salem Oregon in 1987 to Valerie Ordonez and Dale Kidd. During school i was known by Michael Schoening because my mom remarried. After highschool i started working full-time, and lived a full life of video games and mid-night pool. I moved into a 2500 sq. foot loft in downtown Salem about a year later, opening my forever churched eyes to drugs, hard A and plenty of girls. I joined a popular(but not good) local screamo band, living the rockstar life and blowing thousands away on drugs, alcohol, and whatever i felt like. Later a popular Cafe/music venue downtown hired me, and after 2 months made me Manager. Life was sweet, but still always empty. I owned hundred dollar shoes and eighty dollar T-shirts. Everyone in the city knew me, from the buissness owners, street people, to the press, I was Mike Kidd the 18 yr. old manager. It wasn't long before i got into trouble doing the things i was, like 2 am cookies in the gas station, parties in the cafe basement at night, and house parties 3 nights a week. The law soon caught up with me. I always blamed it all on my 3 year relationship falling apart, my parents talking about divorce, my good friend being killed, and another ex committing suicide the night i wouldn't talk to her. I always blamed my depression and grief on the world, the same world i was so fallen into. Eventually i lost all feeling, love was a memory, friends where just people you hugged sometimes, family was a fall-back, girls were for the weekend parties, and Jesus was for the weak. Soon because of my choice in friends, i was evicted from my loft, i was living at work, in cars, or just wherever i could, my truck was towed, and eventually the cafe was sold. I had no money, and even my bike was stolen along with alot of my possessions, leaving me with 2 bags, and a few boxes of stuff. Out of nowhere a guy that had his youth group meet sometimes in the basement of the cafe asked to hangout, i hungout with him and his group of people i just looked at as snobs that of course think they're better than someone like me. They cared, something i hadn't seen in years. Slowly but surely because of some random guy and a small church in Kiezer that wanted me to sing on Sunday mornings, i remembered God, and remembered love. I now am playing music and showing art frequently. I look forward to doing more youth ministries over the years. This is why i was never happy Being what i was, i was too proud to be weak. And love is for the weak.