In 1997, Regina Bovill was a crack-addicted mother of three who had lost custody of her children, drifted aimlessly from crack house to crack house in search of her next fix, and had lost all conceivable hope of ever having a promising future. Her days were filled with the endless quest for rock cocaine, otherwise known as "kryptonite," or crack. From dawn to dusk, she did what she had to do to get-and smoke-her precious crack cocaine ... then buy and smoke some more. Even when her newborn daughter was born drug-free, Regina didn't heed the unmistakable miracle of her drug-filled afterbirth. Instead, she continued her headlong spiral into a living hell that only ended when a miraculous vision before yet another drug-soaked bender put her off drugs for good. For although Regina had given up on herself, God had not yet given up on her.