I'm going to summarize my story just to show
you that what I'm doing with great love, interest, and
enthusiasm for the United States and President Donald J.
Trump comes from the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am the son of a Puerto Rican mother and an American
family, and a Dominican father.
On October 7, 1953, the gynecologist who was to assist my
mother in her delivery, Gladys Alemañy, testified to my
mother as follows:
Last night I couldn't sleep well. I
had a strong revelation that a child would be born the
next day and that I had to save him because he would
become a great man.
On October 8, 1953, in Santo Domingo,
Dominican Republic, I was born standing up, and they had to
resuscitate me.
My mother told me, like a million times, that when I was
three years old, and people called me mute because I didn't
speak, one day they got scared because I spoke to them as if
I were giving a speech, and I said:
When I grow up, I'm going to be a
great man, I'm going to help the poor, I'm going to...
Talking big things.
When
I was about five years old, one day, unexpectedly, in the
back of my father's car, a 4-door Chevrolet, I angrily said:
- Trujillo is a dictator, Fidel is a
dictator.
The following year, the bloodthirsty
dictator of the Dominican Republic, Rafael Leonidas
Trujillo, was assassinated with multiple gunshots. A couple
of years later, Fidel Castro declared himself dictator of
Cuba.
In May 1965, the revolution broke out, and by order of
President Donald B. Johnson, my mother, father, siblings, a
cousin, and my great-grandmother, I was taken out of the
midst of the gunfire and bullets of this revolution. They
machine-gunned the bus that dropped us off in front of the
OAS plane, murdering the driver. They also shot at the plane
as it was taking off from the airport runway.
Around August 1965, at dusk, I looked at the horizon and
said:
_ I didn't come to this country to
seek anything, I came to give.
I said more words in my mind, but I can't
remember them.
In 1968, my parents suffered a work-related accident that
left them temporarily disabled. We were eight siblings, dad,
mom, and great-grandmother. Instead of complaining, I
decided to plan my future through studies.
I entered university with a Legislative Scholarship for a
high academic average. I started at 15 and turned 16 two
months later. All of this, while working to support the
family. It wasn't a "cradle of gold," it was a "cradle of
thorns."
I became a professional amidst many difficulties
In October 1989, I had a dramatic encounter with Jesus
Christ, and my life changed instantly.
Since childhood, a sense of justice has been embedded within
my entire being. Under that thought, I have been involved in
every social and political detail of Puerto Rico and the
United States.
In November 2006, under the will of Jesus Christ and not my
own, the Lord moved me from Caguas, Puerto Rico, to
Barranquilla, Colombia.
What is worth mentioning for this message is that in
Colombia, I have been like an ambassador for the
United States, according to what the people of Colombia have
seen and what I have openly published.
I am in Colombia in the midst of a
relentless spiritual war.
Several days ago, I said to my wife:
_ Baby, I have firmly decided to put
and exercise all my talent for the United States, and
that we pray for Donald Trump.
When
I was about five years old, one day, unexpectedly, in the
back of my father's car, a 4-door Chevrolet, I angrily said:
