As a child, no one could have ever told me that I’d have to endure through a series of heartbreak, disappointments, and betrayal in order to step into the amazing plan God had for my life. Beginning from my childhood, I can never recall things being “easy”. They weren’t always bad, but things were definitely not easy. I was born and raised in Paterson, NJ in June of 1983. I grew up on the outskirts of Paterson. If you’re not familiar, let me give you a little brief introduction of the 3rdlargest city in the state of New Jersey (in population), the largest city in Passaic County. Formerly known as “Silk City”, Paterson once dominated the silk production industry. I loved growing up in a big city, fast-paced and filled with my people – Latino immigrants. Even though I was born in the U.S., everyone else in my family was an immigrant. So, I have always felt more connected to my Peruvian descent than the American culture.