My first memories are from when I had a mother and a father who took care of me. But my parents got divorced and I went to live with my grandmother.  I hardly saw my mother anymore.  When I was in 3rd grade a group of kids taught me to smoke, lie, and steal.  About the same time my two sisters who have different fathers moved in with us because my mother could not take care of them.  When I entered 5th grade I was going down fast. I seldom went to school and spent school and spent most of the time with my friends  and spent most of the time with my friends on the streets. One day a lady came and took my sisters to a new place to live, called a family home. I was asked to go too and I was told if I didn’t like it I could come back. When I came to the Little Lambs Home I got new clothes, was well fed and stayed with two other boys in a nice and warm room. After a week I did not want to go back. My house parents went to church every Sunday and told us Bible stories. I had never heard that Jesus loved us and that He died for us. We also had Little Lambs training seminars in our house so I met many young people who I liked and wanted to be like. Almost every summer I went to Christian summer camps and in one of the camps I accepted Christ as my Savior.  

I was baptized just a few months later and when I was 20, I went to the Little Lambs Camp to work with orphans. God has always kept His promises, He never left me and His blessings are sufficient for me. Every chance I get I tell people they have to trust God and make Him Lord of their life.  Only He can make life worth living.