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Saturday, October 19, 2013

POST by ELIEZER: Stivey's Sad Suicide Story

Stivey mucking around in the Ohio Valley

Hello my name is Eliezer and this time I am going to tell you a story about Stiven’s family

My friend Stiven is a funny, nice, and very good friend but like everyone, he has a lot of problems in his life. 

Stivens aunt, named Luisa, is a very kind and humble lady. She had a son named Jonathan and he was 19 years old. He was Stiven’s best friend but he had a problem with drugs and alcohol. He would always be with people that were involved in gangs and he would not listen to his mum.

About four years ago, around Easter time, Luisa decided to take a trip to the beach with her family. They decided to rent a mini bus that would make the trips to the beach, together with others from the community who also wanted to go. She did not know that it would be one of the worst trips of her life. The day of the trip, everyone was really excited, but the day before Jonathan had had a fight with his mum. He was high on drugs and acting crazily.

The time to go to the beach had arrived and Jonathan was mad at his mum. He went to Stiven and told him what had happened with his mum and Stiven pleaded him to not be mad with her. He gave him an idea to ask for forgiveness but Jonathan didn’t want to so he did not  listen to him and he went to the back of the minibus and started to drink alcohol.

When they got to the beach, Jonathan got into a fight with his mum but this time he went too far and he hit her with a bottle of alcohol that he had in his hand. Her head started to bleed and she started to cry and so Jonathan ran away.

Jonathan’s mum asked Stiven to go and look for him with the help of other people and so they searched for him for two hours. When they finally found him, he was on the rocks where the waves were crashing down.

When Jonathan saw the search party, he jumped off the edge of the rocks calling out “Sorry mum” and he died. The waves cut his body in half. It was impossible to get him out. Even a police boat tried to get him out but failed.

Stiven was really upset because Jonathan was his best friend and he did not know how to tell Jonathan’s mum because it would be difficult for her to take.

Stivey’s experience shows us that addictions and bad company make us do stuff that we might regret. Thank you for reading my story.

Stivey playing "God" in CREATED. Francesca, Eliezer, Aben, Lorenzy and Jonny in background

This story was written by a Nicaraguan youth, and was voluntarily given to Capital on the Edge for publishing. The subject choice was his entirely. He has elected to write about his experiences for the glory of God and so that others may learn from his experiences. The translation of this work is performed voluntarily and not professionally, hence there may be some errors. Any decisive deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, and is done so to make clear the life events written about and to provide further information so that the story is more understandable.

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SUICIDIO POR DECEPCIONAR A UN SER QUERIDO

Hola mi nombre es Eliezer esta ves les vengo a contar una historia que le sucedio a un familiar de mi amigo stiven

mi amigo stiven es un chico gracioso amable i muy buen amigo pero como todo chico pobre de nicaragua tiene muchos problemas en su vida .



Ase aproccimadamente 4 a;os la tia de stiven llamada luisa era una se;ora mui hamable y muy humilde ella tenia un hijo llamado jonathan el tenia 19 a;os y era el mejor amigo de stiven pero tenia un fuerte problema de drogas y alcool el siempre se mantenia con personas de pandias i no le asia caso a su mama

En semana santa do;a luisa desidio aser un viaje para ir ala playa con su familia pero como no tenian suficiente dinero tubo que alquilar un auto bus  que iba a aser el recorido con alluda de personas de la comunidad

pero sin saber que ese viaje iba a ser uno de los peores de su vida el dia de el viaje estaban  todos emosionados pero un dia antes jonatan abia tenido una discucion con su mama el andaba drogado y estaba como loco .

llego la hora de ir ala playa i jonatan estaba enojado con su mama se aserco a stiven i le conto lo que abia pasado con su mama stiven le pidio que no estubiera enojado  le dio una idesa para pedirle perdon a su mama pero jonatan no estaba conforme asi que no le iso caso i se fue a tomar licor en la parte de atras de el auto bus .

cuando llegaron a la playa jonatan bolbio a discutir con su mama pero esta bes llego mui lejos el la golpio con una botella de licor que tenia en la mano i le rajo la cabesa el comenso a llorar i salio coriendo

la mama le pidio a stiven que lo fuera a buscar con alluda de otro amigo pasaron 2 oras cuando alfin lo miraron en unas rocas donde pegan las olas cuando nos bio se lanso i grito “perdon mama” el murio. las olas le destroso la mitad de el cuerpo i fue imposible sacarlo asta que llego una lancha de la policia a sacarlo stiven estaba destrosado porque era su mejor amigo i el no sabia como desirselo a su mama iba a ser un golpe mui fuerte para ella .

Esto nos ense;a que los bisios i las malas compa;ia nos lleban a cometer cosas que delas cuales nos arepentimos i el cometio malas con su mama el un ser querido que debemos respetar i querer .


GRACIAS POR LEER MI ISTORIA.

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