About

The Full Story

Hi, I’m Becca, a proud mom of four living in Tallahassee, Florida. I’ve recently started two businesses: Becca’s Sweet Paradise, my home-based dessert business, and Global Financial Impact, where I partner to teach families financial literacy and empowerment. But the “why” behind these businesses is what really defines me.

I didn’t just wake up one day wanting to become an entrepreneur I was called into it by life, pain, struggle, and grace.

There are three main reasons I started both businesses.

1. Helping Families Like Mine.

I come from humble beginnings. I know what it feels like to stretch every dollar, to decide between bills and groceries, to pray for a miracle just to make it through the week. And I’m not alone so many families are silently battling the same thing. It broke my heart to feel like we were just surviving, not living. So I decided I wanted to help people dream again. Not just dream, but believe that those dreams could actually come true.

That’s why I joined Global Financial Impact. They didn’t just teach me about money they gave me hope. They helped me believe in my ability to succeed. I realized I could help others do the same: to break cycles, to build legacies, and to walk in purpose instead of fear.

2. Unity Through Food & Culture

On January 28th of this year, I launched Becca’s Sweet Paradise. After years of doubting myself telling myself I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, or ready I finally stepped out on faith.

I’ve always loved to cook and bake. But I didn’t just want to make sweets I wanted to create connection. I believe food is a universal love language. Through it, we can bring people of all backgrounds together. What starts with a cupcake can grow into something greater: a full cultural experience. That’s my vision to one day expand from desserts into full international cuisine. I want to create a space that welcomes all cultures, a sanctuary of flavors where people feel seen, celebrated, and loved.

And beyond that, I want to use this business as a platform to support people in poverty, to create opportunities, jobs, and hope for those who feel forgotten.

3. My Journey of Survival & Faith

My story isn’t just about business it’s about survival. About God’s grace and how He carried me through the darkest seasons of my life.

About eight years ago, I was a mom of one and had just found out I was pregnant again. On Christmas Eve, I received devastating news: it was an ectopic pregnancy. I was given a radiation shot to terminate it. I was crushed. They told me I might feel a little discomfort, but the that didn’t happen . On Christmas, instead of being surrounded by family, I was stuck in bed.

By New Year’s, I tried to push through. My boyfriend (now my husband), his father, his dad’s girlfriend, and I went to Panama City. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could reclaim some joy. But New Year’s Day, things spiraled. I collapsed from internal bleeding. I was rushed to the hospital, given another radiation shot, and told I was fine. But I wasn’t.

The doctors didn’t listen. The nurses didn’t care. I kept telling them something was wrong, but they sent me home two hours away to die.

But God had another plan.

My mom, a nurse, couldn’t physically be there, she was working but she sent her best friend, Keneshia. She came, saw how bad I was, and rushed me to the hospital. This time, they confirmed it I was still bleeding internally. They had to remove my fallopian tube to save my life.

I was relieved to be alive, but the trauma lingered.

A few months later, I still felt sick. After not being physically active, I went to the ER again. To my shock, I was pregnant. There was no way I could be pregnant I wasn’t active. I just had two surgeries just a couple of months ago. We think it might have originally been twins. I was scared, confused, but I accepted it. When I found out it was a boy, I was excited. We were finally going to have our little prince.

Around six months into my pregnancy, I got a call some family members were stranded in Alabama with no way home. I didn’t have a working phone at the time because we couldn’t afford to pay the bill. My boyfriend (now my husband) gave me his phone so I could at least stay in contact. When I told my parents and my husband what I was planning, they all begged me not to go. They were afraid. Something didn’t feel right. But I couldn’t ignore the call for help. My heart wouldn’t let me.

So I packed up my daughter, buckled her safely in the back seat, and started driving.

The next thing I remember I was lying in the grass in Dothan, Alabama.

Everything was a blur. I couldn’t see clearly, only flashes of black and gray, the silhouettes of people hovering over me. I had crashed hard. I had slammed into a concrete embankment. My car was totaled.

But once again, God showed up. He made sure that I didn’t crash just anywhere.

I had crashed in front of a house that, by the grace of god, was occupied by nurses. A vehicle that had been following me just happened to have an EMT and a nurse in it. They triaged me right there on the side of the road. These strangers … angels, really became my lifeline.

As I faded in and out of consciousness, I remember doing two things: I gave the people my parents’ phone number and told them I was pregnant. Then I asked about my daughter. I prayed, not just for myself, but for her and my boy. I remember someone laying her across my chest and I told her that it was okay, but I couldn’t see anything. All I could see was black and grey dots as if looking at an old box tv with no signal. She was so brave.

EMS arrived, and I was loaded into the ambulance. The nurses and EMTs who had helped me were shouting at them to hurry. I was still trying to stay awake still trying to fight for my life.

Eventually, the world went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed to the sound of my mother talking with the doctor. I heard the words, “She might not make it.” I immediately started crying and apologized to my mom. My first question was about my daughter was she okay?

By the grace of God, she was. She was safe with my dad, and that gave me enough peace. Everything went dark and when I woke up my baby boy was still inside me. No one gave me much information, so I assumed I was alive and so was he.

But then things took another turn.

They got me out of bed, trying to get me moving for recovery, but as soon as I stood up, labor hit. The pain was unbearable. I had staples down my stomach from surgery and contractions rolling through my body. I was still unable to eat or drink, still hooked up to IVs in both arms and even in my neck. I couldn’t take any pain meds.

I was laboring naturally brutally with nothing but God to hold onto.

After hours of pain, it was time to push. I gave everything I had. But when my son was born, he didn’t cry.

He didn’t make it.

My world shattered in that moment.

I was empty. Emotionally, spiritually, physically. I couldn’t even grieve because the trauma wasn’t over.

I was ready to give up. I remember lying there, saying that’s it I’m done. Let me go just let me die. In that moment my father came to me in that broken place. He looked into my eyes and reminded me, “You still have a reason to live.” He pointed to the corner of the hospital room where my daughter sat quietly, surrounded by family. His words brought me back. They reminded me that I still had purpose, even if I couldn’t see it yet.

My placenta hadn’t passed, and I had to go through D&C surgery to remove it.

Gotta pause and give a huge shoutout to the nurses and the doctors who looked over me and showed so much care and even gave me something so memorable and meaningful I will always remember them and treasure them.

Over the next year, I recovered slowly. And then, miraculously, I became pregnant again. This time, with my rainbow baby: my son CJ. That pregnancy wasn’t easy either. I was anxious and on edge every step of the way. But we made it.

He was born healthy, and he became my light in the storm.

But even after his birth, I battled postpartum depression. I didn’t feel like myself. I couldn’t enjoy the moments I had prayed for. That’s when I dropped to my knees and cried out to God. I started going to church again. I picked up my Bible and began to rebuild my relationship with my Creator.

Little by little, God restored me. He brought me back to life emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.

Since then, life has still had its ups and downs. But here I am, stronger than ever. I’m now married. We have four beautiful children. We’ve got three crazy dogs. And we finally have a home we can call our own.

And now, I’ve started a business and partnered with a business to create my own brokerage something I never thought I could do.

• Becca’s Sweet Paradise: A dream rooted in love, culture, community, and food.

• Global Financial Impact: A mission to empower families to take control of their financial future and rebuild their lives.

My ultimate goal is to help families and individuals believe again. Believe that they are not alone, believe that they are worthy, and believe that God isn’t finished with them yet. I want to show people that their past doesn’t disqualify them, and that brokenness is the very soil where beauty can bloom.

This is my testimony.

It’s painful, but it’s also powerful.

And by the grace of God, I’m still here healing, growing, and rising.