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Pastor Aaron’s Bio

Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
-Psalm 66:16

Aaron W. Campbell was born in Plainfield, N.J., in January 1974. Growing up in a single-parent home by the age of four, Aaron, his two year-old brother, and young mother soon became acquainted with “the struggle.”

As Aaron’s father sacrificed to send he and his brother to private schooling, from a young age, Aaron quickly had to learn how to survive in two worlds that were diametrically opposed: the pampered private-school classrooms, hosting some of the richest kids in that part of New Jersey, and the harsher realities of the neighborhood streets, in a small city where crime was growing with the advent of crack.

So while Aaron’s mother would be working and commuting long hours to make ends meet, it wasn’t strange for fourth-grader Aaron to walk his brother home from school and pull out his “latch-key,” only to find that their back door had already been kicked in, their windows shattered, and their belongings rummaged over and strewn across their backyard.

Growing up in these two opposing worlds gave Aaron two separate goals by his teenage years. The first world of private schooling–along with much family encouragement–helped birth Aaron’s dream of becoming an Oncologist.

However, the second world, a world of hard-knocks and pecking-orders, gave Aaron the goal of becoming a “man.” And on the streets, one wasn’t a “man” unless he had money, power, and, most of all, respect.

During Aaron’s senior year in high school, he made two decisions that would change his life forever. In pursuit of the first goal, he decided to matriculate at the University of Pennsylvania. And in pursuit of the second goal, he decided to take a job at The Port Authority Bus Terminal on West 42nd Street, in New York City. At the time, “the Port” was the most dangerous public facility in all five boroughs of New York–where the worst things imaginable happened to people, from homosexual gang rapes to cannibalism. This is precisely why Aaron took the job. He would become a doctor, so he figured. But he would also earn his “purple heart” on the streets as well.

So the very summer before heading off to Ivy-league academia, Aaron found himself in one of the grimiest places in America. Ex-cons, ex-killers, and killers, and nobody even knew who was who. But everyone knew who it definitely wasn’t–baby-faced eighteen year-old Aaron, because he was the rookie who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

But after a few months of spending every waking moment on the merciless Manhattan streets, an evil sense of enjoyment started setting over him. Aaron was changing. To top it off, the area’s biggest loan sharks had decided to “adopt” him under their iron wings, and had even spread the word on the streets that Aaron was now their “son.”

And Aaron loved these guys. They were all that he imagined “manhood” to be. They had money, and they lavished on their kids; they had power, where their name alone moved mountains; and they got so much respect, that it was embarrassing to see the way grown men followed their every move like puppies. But Aaron didn’t have to be just another puppy. The head loan shark loved Aaron, and let him ride shotgun.