My name is Derrickson and I have a long story to tell. But to cut it short, I will just say that my journey to the United States of America was the scariest moment of my life. I was 16 years old when I lost my dad. I lived with my friend’s parents for three years, along with my little sister who is 7 years of age. I had to drop out of school because of my money situation, and I was on the street for a while trying to survive.
My friend and I, along with my friend’s elder brother, decided to join a program that was traveling to Guyana. So we crossed 14 countries. The scariest part was in Colombia, where we crossed the ocean for nine hours on a small boat to Panama. There, we spent three days in the jungle, just trying to find our way out. It was a hard journey. I saw people dying with no food or water, drinking from the stream to survive. I am glad I made it to the USA—I am now in Oakland. I have my high school diploma and have been in Oakland, which is like a home to me. I am happy to be at Covenant House, where the people are lovely. It’s a dream come true after all I have been through.
All I can tell my fellow people out there is that your current situation is not your final destination. Good things happen to those who wait, so don’t rush to get crushed.