Carlton had attended an electrical school to learn his trade. I worked with a journeyman. I didn't get any pay from my first week on the job, so Carlton gave me two shillings and a sixpence. After ninety days on the job, I began to earn two pounds and ten shillings every two weeks.

About four months had passed and then something else happened to me. The year was 1963. It was a couple of months after the American president, John F. Kennedy, was assassinated. A man by the name of Muddy, from the C.T. Company, came to my workplace at about 12:30 p.m. He saw me working through my lunch break. He asked me to come and see him. I dropped my spray gun and went to the gate to wait for him. From 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m., I earned three pounds and ten shillings. I went from making two pounds and ten shillings every two weeks to making 12 pounds a week! One week, I earned 36 pounds! That was a shock for me. This job lasted for two months because the guy I was filling in for came back for his position. After this, I bought some equipment and went out on my own.

A few years later, I met a man named Nevel. I lent him my compressor when he needed it. In 1967, he went to Canada. He wrote to me and asked me for a favor for his cousin. We started corresponding and we talked about Canada a lot. I decided to apply to the United States instead. I had about 700 pounds in the bank, three insurance policies for my three kids and a policy for myself. I got a letter from the Jamaican ambassador that said I could not go to the United States because I was not yet married. I had been turned down three times. Soon, Canada came into the picture. I was sent an invitation letter from Canada.