I am the most disqualified person on earth for the following reasons:

Left home at 15.
Dropped out of high school.
Into homosexual relationships at 16
Tried surviving away from home: a foreigner's maid and almost got raped.
Hopped from one relationship and job to another.
Became an unwed mother at 17.
After getting pregnant for the second time, I decided to fix life via marriage at 20
But became miserably married from ages 20 to 26. (Imagine your own spouse historically reciting to you your past…I thought then that adultery was the best revenge.).
Separated at 27.

But God caught up with me at 28.
Years that followed became sweeter.

I became a faithful mother-and-father to my youngest son.
Embraced by my father for the first time after a decade of disconnection.
Relationship with my eldest son was restored.

At 34, I became a mother of two graduates and a graduate myself

His Story of my life continues…

I traveled back through time and I wept so hard with honest tears of gratitude. How God appoints time and circumstances in our lives is more than amazing. The pains and lessons of yesteryears have truly passed His hands. Amazing God! How He authored my life beautifully and continually crafted it to perfection! It is just too wonderful for me to contain.

Mark Vincent, 17, is my eldest son. He grew up with my parents since birth. Through him, I live by the parenting rule: No parent has the right to discipline a child who never received love from the parent concerned. Ironically, I suffered from that violation as a child. I grew up with my grandparents from zero age until twelve. On special occasions like Christmas, my parents would “borrow” me for a while. But whenever I saw anyone from my grandparents' house, I would cry to death and cleave to their arms. That's why there never was a Christmas time that I was spared by my father's belt. Those were the memories of my childhood-Christmases. New Year's Eve would make me feel fine because I knew I'd be safely home – at my lolo's house.