My mom pulled up to a house at 114 Tyler Drive, and a man with deep waves and a warm smile was standing outside. This was Jeremiah Arnette. He met me with a kind hello, and when I told him my name was T.J., he said I looked familiar. My mom explained that my dad's name was Chaunta Godfrey. At that moment, Jeremiah's eyes lit up. He knelt down and told me that he and my father were childhood friends and shared many memories. He then looked at my mother and said, "Go on to work. I’ll be all he ever needs as a father figure from here." I knew right then and there that I was in good hands.