One of Davis’ earliest memories is of being forgotten — abandoned by his father when he was just a boy. Davis’ mother struggled to care for her seven children. Often, Davis and his brothers and sisters went to bed hungry. Davis, always a leader, set out to find work doing odd jobs. But it never seemed to be enough
When Davis’ father left, their landlord threatened to evict them. Even in the months when they could scrape together the money for rent, they had nothing left for other expenses. And the landlord refused to make any repairs to the home, which grew increasingly damaged each rainy season.
“Because my father left, the man who owned the house tried to take it back from us,” says Davis. “It was a very difficult time. I had to bear the situation and take care of my mother. I had to work and help the family. I did construction work and mason work. I tried to do both work and school, but I never had time to do both.”
The day Davis’ mother enrolled him at the Compassion center in his community, nobody knew the relief that would come. Most immediately, staff brought Davis and his family groceries and made sure his school fees were paid. With that burden lifted, Davis was finally able to begin thinking of his future. For one of the first times in his life, he asked himself: What do I want to be when I grow up?