I was born in Guyana, South America. I spent my early childhood being raised by my great grandmother, as my parents left for greater opportunities in North America. At age five I joined my parents in Toronto, where my family lived in one of the roughest neighborhoods in Canada. Rampant poverty, high crime and drug use, few resources, and overcrowded schools surrounded us.
I often felt socially isolated and challenged. I looked different. I spoke differently. I was from an entirely different culture. I teetered on becoming another tragic statistic.
There was a time when I had no belief in my ability to do anything.
There was negative self-talk. There were no goals. There was a lot of doubt.
When I looked into my future I didn’t like what I saw.