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I was born and raised in Chile South America. Having the Pacific Ocean on one side and the famous Andes Mountains on the other, my life was adventurous. However, though the beauty of nature surrounded me, constant turmoil and sadness traumatized much of my young life. In 1973 September 11, Santiago where we lived was taken over by a coup d'état. The military threat in the streets was dangerous; families were being executed, people were disappearing at alarming rates, including women and children. In 1976, we migrated to Canada as refugees. Upon landing in Canada, I had high hopes and dreams that as a family we had been given a second chance to start a new life. We soon began attending church, and I loved it. Nevertheless, within a short time, I became the victim of a child predator. At the same time, at school and at home I was constantly been beaten and bullied. Within two years from arriving into Canada, at the tender age of 14 years old, with hardly a word of English and frighten to death I found myself living in the cold streets of Edmonton, behind buildings, bus stops, train stations. Years later, I had a near death experience, I collapsed and awoke in complete darkness. I saw Satan...his hands like black claws digging, tearing at my soul, ready to take me to HELL! I knew Satan had rights to me as I had fully rejected God, and ignorantly allowed a witch doctor to put a curse on me. I panicked...I screamed...I yelled...
