When I was born, my parents were twenty years of age and were not Christians. My mother abused me when I was only a year old. She burned my hands with hot tap water from the faucet, broke five of my ribs, my shoulder, my wrist, and my nose.
When I was 14 years-old, a bus captain knocked on my family’s door and led my mom to Christ. Every week, bus workers would come and invite my family to church, but we would give them a new excuse every week. They were persistent so, finally, we came one Sunday…
I’m Daisy and I’m a bus kid. At first, my parents used the bus as a free baby-sitting service, sending me as a four-year old girl each week with my older brother. Little did they know that this free babysitting service would change our family’s lives forever.