I gave my heart to the Lord as a child. I loved the Word and was could not get enough of it. I also enjoyed going to church and being in the presence of God. My Mom was, and still is a Pentecostal Christian and my father was of the Anglican Faith. As a result of this, I was exposed to both ways of worshiping God. I was drawn to the Pentecostal movement, and though I served in the Anglican Church, I could not wait for Mass to be over to get on my bicycle and ride over to the Pentecostal church. I enjoyed it more there because everything was alive and animated.
My parents decided to migrate to the United States in 1968, but I did not want to leave. I wanted to remain in Guyana in the service of the Lord. I desperately waited for a sign from God to avoid leaving, but none was received. Upon arriving to America, Brooklyn New York, I could not find the spirituality that I had left behind in Guyana. I eventually strayed back into the world and remained there for decades.