Life is like a painting. We are all given a blank canvas on which we have to create our own destiny. Whatever we paint on, becomes a part of us. So, Paint Carefully. Paint Wisely. But Paint Consistently.
Into the world some years ago,
a baby boy was born…
into a cruel and wicked life,
filled with hate and scorn.
His parents were poor, extremely poor
and had no proper home.
Sometimes they had nothing at all,
not even a brush or comb.
They moved regularly in desperate search
for a comfortable place to stay…
From Arima, to St Joseph, Curepe they went
until that fateful day.
They found a place in Laventile
to live a little while.
The boy knew not what was happening
because he was a child.
For thirteen… thirteen whole years he stayed at home,
indoors most of the time.
He was hardly allowed to go outside
with friends to talk and lime.
Finally his mother made up her mind
to make things work for him.
She placed him in a primary school,
But his chances were very slim.
The principal realized that the boy
was brighter than she thought,
so she, along with all the teachers
gave him full support.
For only two years… two years… he attended Primary School
because of his age,
and in the field of education,
this was a critical stage.
Despite the hardships he went through
he spiritually set himself free,
and when he passed for his first choice school
he cried excitedly.
In 2006 he was placed in a home
known as Rainbow Rescue.
His began to feel safe and protected.
His life felt fresh and new.
Overcoming all trials and tribulations,
this boy is now a man.
He’s twenty-eight years old and going strong,
guided by God’s mighty hand.
Today he stands tall with a grateful heart
putting service before and above self.
The “BOY” spoken of in this rendition
is none other… than… MYSELF.
~Dave Matthew, 2008~