“No matter how many bullets flew the sky outside my apartment complex, nothing could make me ashamed of the barrio I grew up in. I’m a brown girl born and raised in LA. Many look at me and think that I grew up in a perfect Adventist household, but it was a far cry from that. My mother was sixteen when she had me and my father was a sad soul drinking away his depression for most of my life. The cops visited my house often, 911 was something I’ve never been afraid of calling.
I was on the way to ‘becoming a statistic,’ as my mother would say. Latina, sixteen, and pregnant. Let’s just say that God saw me, His daughter, understood my struggle and also saw my potential. He called unto me and bade me ‘follow me.’ Since that day I have never looked back. Instead of ending up pregnant I begged my mom to get baptized in the church. I’m eternally grateful that, me, a poor Latin girl, can be of value to God. That He saw me. Now it’s my time to give back to every woman who may have thought that their future was to be a statistic, to show them what life is really about.”
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