Since I was very young, I began to become aware of human suffering; I was among the reality of the poorest and most unprotected. The face of my vocation came through my grandfather Josefito; I felt the need to care for him, look after him, and love him. Daily, I helped him bathe, dress, and eat, and thus the dedication continued for a year and a half until he went to rest.
At the age of seven, I became responsible for 20 Elderly People; I visited them every day at 5:00 a.m., bringing them a coffee that my mom generously prepared for me. I talked to them, tried to entertain them, and thus my desire to do something better for each of them grew.
I began to knock on doors, touch hearts, and God also began to multiply my commitment through generous hands that helped. By then, I had a group of friends with whom I formed a team, The Ángeles Custodios.
Around this same time, the city got to know me a little better; the journalist from the newspaper Vanguardia Liberal, Euclides Ardila, interviewed me and gifted me the name: "THE ANGEL OF THE NORTH," thus he titled his column. After that, other interviews followed, and the French journalist Tony Comití decided to verify the reality of the article published in the documentary “THE LITTLE ANGEL OF COLOMBIA.”
Today, 41 years later, I see a Work made real, a dream that I fully enjoy, and a task that I have not finished. I am certain that when we speak the language of Love, the whole world understands us, and I believe that we come to this world to help because "He who does not live to serve, does not serve to live."