I was eight years old, living in Chicago, IL. My mother worked in a furniture store where my friend Derek and I would often play. One day, Derek asked me if I was going to Heaven and I told him, “I think so.” (I knew sin was doing bad things.) Derek then asked me if I wanted to be sure so that I could know I was saved. That day, I asked Jesus to come into my heart and save me from my sin.


I grew up in Trinidad; when I was ten years old, a lady started a Sunday School at her brother’s house. She would come get us every Sunday evening. I liked going because she gave us candy. I kept going because I loved hearing about the people in the Bible and how the Lord God helped them. She taught us Bible songs that I had never heard before.

I had added Jesus to all my other gods until one day when she told us that there was one God and only one way to get to Heaven. It was that evening that I accepted the Lord Jesus as my Savior.