Having been sold by my mother at the age of 5 to pay a debt to her drug dealer, my childhood was filled with abuse, neglect, and poverty.
Hopping from foster home to foster home, each one just as unstable as the last, I finally hit my lowest point in my teenage years. I was in New Orleans, a homeless teen mom, sleeping under a bridge. It was there, with my son, that I finally had my breakthrough.
That day I promised him that I would do everything in my power to create a life for him that I had never seen before. One filled with comfort, wealth, and everything he deserved!
It was there that things began to turn around. Now, 17 years later, thanks to hard work and God’s protection I can proudly list my accomplishments.