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Lay Your<br />
Burden<br />
Down<br />
THE STORY OF JAY BASTARDO<br />
Who is Jesus to me?<br />
Jesus is my everything.<br />
At every stage of my life, whether I realized<br />
it or not, God has been exactly who I<br />
have needed Him to be—my Savior, healer,<br />
and friend; my protector, provider, and redeemer;<br />
my comforter, strength, and refuge.<br />
And lately, Jesus has been revealing<br />
Himself as my source of peace and identity.<br />
It took a scary trip to the hospital in<br />
2020 to begin to know Him this way, but<br />
you need to know more about me before<br />
I tell that story.<br />
I started life in the Dominican Republic,<br />
where my family worked very hard for<br />
what little we had. My grandmother was<br />
the first entrepreneur I ever met, and man,<br />
was she a hustler! She always had creative<br />
ideas, and I was right there by her side.<br />
Grandma was poor, but she never complained<br />
or focused on what she didn’t have;<br />
she just went to work. We did all sorts of<br />
things to make money: we bagged the charcoal<br />
we found on the ground. We cooked<br />
beans. We made hair products. And people<br />
came to our home to purchase these<br />
treasures. Grandma’s work ethic sowed an<br />
enterprising seed in me that thrives today.<br />
My mother was a hard worker too. She<br />
came to America through a government<br />
program in 1994 and worked three jobs to<br />
make a better life for us. She fought hard to<br />
take me with her to the States, but it wasn’t<br />
possible at the time. She was forced to leave<br />
me in the care of my grandmother.<br />
Being away from my mother was incredibly<br />
painful, and my heart still hurts<br />
when I think about it. No matter how much<br />
love my grandmother and other relatives<br />
showed me, nobody’s love ever felt like<br />
Momma’s. I lived with an enormous hole in<br />
my heart. It was difficult knowing she was<br />
so far away, and even as a young boy, I felt<br />
an urgent need to protect her.<br />
Thankfully, God made a way for us to be<br />
reunited five years later. On May 26, 1999,<br />
I arrived in Newark, New Jersey. I came<br />
armed with five dollars that my aunt had<br />
given me. She told me, “Go be a man and<br />
make your mark on this world!”<br />
And that’s what I set out to do from that<br />
day forward. I was 15 years old.<br />
I had dreamed about this moment and<br />
my life in America for years. I was so happy<br />
to be reunited with my mother, but the<br />
perfect life I had imagined was not to be<br />
found. I hadn’t seen her in five years, and<br />
we’d both changed. She was now married<br />
and had another child. I hadn’t met her<br />
husband or my half-brother before the<br />
day I arrived. I felt very out of<br />
place and alone. Not to mention,<br />
I was a teenage boy wrestling<br />
with deep emotions and<br />
raging hormones.<br />
And then I had to start school<br />
in a new place where I didn’t<br />
speak one word of English and<br />
I had only one pair of jeans that<br />
I wore every day. It was a cruel world.<br />
One incident haunted me for years.<br />
It happened on the first day of school. I<br />
entered a classroom to ask a teacher—in<br />
Spanish, of course—if I was in the correct<br />
room. When he answered “no,” I assumed<br />
he spoke Spanish and continued speaking.<br />
No is, after all, a Spanish word.<br />
Suddenly, a young Latina burst out<br />
laughing. I’ll never forget her mocking<br />
voice. “Are you stupid? Don’t you see that<br />
man doesn’t speak Spanish? You’d better<br />
learn the language!”<br />
The way she spoke ignited something inside<br />
of me. I didn’t appreciate being called<br />
stupid or being challenged. I turned to her<br />
and replied in Spanish, “I promise you that<br />
I’ll be speaking better English than you<br />
before this year is over.”<br />
I went home and got to work. I grabbed a<br />
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