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<\/a>My name is Mario Augustave, the third of five children. As the middle child, I always felt the responsibility of keeping things balanced around the house and the playground. I belong to a very large family of males. My grandfather worked for the government of Haiti. He was often transferred from department to another. His wife, my grandmother had eleven boys and one girl. My father had six boys and one girl. I have three boys.<\/p>\n
I became a Seventh-day Adventist when I was twelve years old. It was very difficult to experience since I was the only “protestant” in the family.; as a result, I was briefly put out of the house for getting baptized soon after joining the church. Though a Catholic, my mother, was a praying woman who taught me to fear God and to use prayer as the tool to connecting with God. By the time my older brother and I immigrated in-to the United States at the age of 16, he and many of my relatives in Haiti had already became Adventists.<\/p><\/div><\/div>[\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”Philosophy” css_animation=”slideInRight” css=”.vc_custom_1584507135128{margin-top: 30px !important;margin-bottom: 20px !important;}”][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css_animation=”slideInRight”]<\/p>\n