These days, Junior Alves exudes the persona of a changed human being. Cool, calm, collected and God-fearing, coming full circle and a far cry from a life of gangs, drugs and deportations that characterized the first 40 years of his life.
He now calls the quiet suburb of Coral Springs, just outside Fort Lauderdale, South Florida, home, which he shares with his beautiful, supportive wife Stacy Alves (nee Brown). “It took me almost forty years (and nights) to comprehend my true identity. Growing up in one of the nation’s toughest inner-city, I did not have enough persons to guide me along. God has since spoken to me on how to be humble, even without nothing”. Admitting that he has ‘been there, seen and done it all’ – guns, drugs, violence, crimes – the deacon is on a mission of mercy. “If God can do it for me, helping me to overcome those obstacles, He will do it for you. Just allow Him into your life and trust Him,” he said.
Life’s journey for Junior, twice married and a father of seven, has been anything but ordinary. Growing up in a big family in Kingston City, Junior and family were living scared and afraid, having lost two older brothers to gun violence through gang warfare.
Wanting to change the social dynamic, the family ushered him off to nearby Clarendon. However, having witnessed that level of discord and instability at such a young age, Junior Alves was left him with some serious scars and a target on his back.
Towards the end of 1979, and while on his way to the township of May Pen, capital of Clarendon, he survived a deadly bus crash that left him with broken limbs and brain dead for some seven days. “I know I am a God-blessed child and that is not the way I was supposed to die,” recounted Junior, adding that the day before, while on his way from (Alston High) school, “God spoke to me”. Read full article here: http://ow.ly/FXO230kTAeZ
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