POST by ERICSON: Disobedience and Death

Ericson and Jose, cooking up a storm in the Ohio Valley

This story is about Jose and was written by Ericson.

Rodrigo and I meet in school and we were really good friends, inseparable.

I studied with him all through primary (elementary) school and we grew up together like brothers. We looked after each other.

One day I went to his house to hang out for the whole day and mess around and have fun. We were playing together when we saw his mum faint. She had passed out on account of concerns that were troubling her. She shared these feelings with her son, but Rodrigo ignored his mother.

Rodrigo’s girlfriend came over later, inviting him to go with her to the beach. Of course he wanted to go and so he agreed to the plans.

We were both 10th grade high school students. One average Friday, Rodrigo told all of his classmates that he was going to the beach with his girlfriend and he explained that his mum didn’t want him to go because of the feelings she’d earlier. But he didn’t care and so the next day he went to the beach.

He was at the beach with his girlfriend and her family and her friends. They lit a bonfire in the evening and after they started to drink alcohol. He decided to go swimming in the surf, so he told his girlfriend to go with him and both of them went in. They were already out quite a way when he told his girlfriend that he was going to go in deeper.

When he had swum out to where the waves were breaking, a big wave overcame him and smashed him into some rocks. He didn’t come out.

Rodrigo’s girlfriend’s family had the difficult task of explaining to Rodrigo’s mother that he went into the water but never came out. Twenty four hours later, his body was found floating in the water, completely destroyed. His face was deformed, his body beaten and his eyes were no longer in his body. They took Rodrigo’s body to his mother.

The family held a funeral for his body and his mother told everyone, “He didn’t obey me.” His poor mother was brokenhearted along with the rest of his family.

This horrible tragedy occurred because Rodrigo didn’t obey the Bible, which tells us to honour our father and mother and our days on Earth will be long and prosperous.

Ericson and Jose

  

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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rodrigo y yo nos conocimos en  el colejio  y  eramos muy buenos amigos  inseparables y unidos

yo estuve con el estudiando toda la primaria y crecimos juntos heramos   como hermanos  y nos cuidadamos uno a otros

un dia yo fui a su casa a pasar todo el dia con el para  y divertinos  estaba jugando con el y de pronto vimos a su mama que se desmayo  por que a via tenido un precentimiento y ledijo a su hijo y pero rodrigo  la hinnoro a su madre y de pronto llego  su novia y lo hinvito  para que fueran al mar y el le dijo que si

ya estabamos en cuarton ano de la segundaria y un dia normal a todos era un viernes y los dijo a todos los conpaneros de clase que iba a ir al mar consu novia y el dijo que su mama no lo queria dejar ir por un precentimiento y fue  el dia siguiente y se fue al mar

es taba en la playa con la familia de la novia y a migos y el en sendieron una fogata el y des pues comenso a tomar al col y el ebrio se desidio meterse al mar y le dijo a su novia que lo a conpanara y los dos se fueron y cuando esava en el agua el le dijo a su nonovia que y ba a meterse mas a demtro del mar y cuando estaba dentro de pronto lo golpio una ola muy grande y lo tiro donde estaba unas rocas y no selio  y la familia de la novia le dijeron que rodrigo se metio al mar y no salio  y paso 24 oras y el cuerpo salio a flote salio de truido la cara de formada el cuerpo con mun chos golpes y el cuerpo tenian los ojos  lo llevaron donde su madre el cuerpo

y comenxaron velar el cuerpo y su madre le dijo a todos porque no me hisocaso  y su madre kedo dextrosada y toda su familia 

todo por una dexovediensia  la biblia nos dice onra a tu padre y a tu madre y los dias el la tierra seran mas largos y placenteros . 

POST by ORLANDO: Growing Up Nica!

Orlando Huembes

Hello my name is Orlando Huembes and I am from Managua, Nicaragua. I want to tell you a bit about my life.

I used to live in a workshop for smashed up cars. In this workshop they’d straighten out the cars’ bodies, painting them and repairing their engines. I used to live with my father, my mother and my brother.

In this workshop there were many incidents where I suffered an accident on my fingers and knees, due to the carelessness of the car mechanics. However, I was a child and I didn’t know what I should and shouldn’t be grabbing.

Ond day, when I was just 7 years old, a large metal bus part fell from many meters above onto my head. I was immediately hospitalised for the injury I’d suffered on my head. I had to stay in hospital for fifteen days.

Through all of our trials my father, from the sweat of his brow, continued to work and make our lives better.  Regardless, it was not sufficient. My father wasn’t able to provide enough of an income for our family and because of this he was rarely able to spend time with us.

And so I saw the need to work and help my family, irrespective of the job requirements. I decided to sell water at the traffic lights and beg for money. My Mum thought I was at school, but mostly I wasn’t. I needed to study but I left school to go and get money because sometimes my dad spent his earnings on liquor.

It was a very difficult time for my mother, as we didn’t have food to eat, and providing meals is the first priority for a mum.

My friends told me to come with them to where the busses stop. There people would give us money if we begged. And so we went, praying that God would help us. If we went and begged for money, God would help us. I will always remember this moment in my life.

I want to learn and to do things better each day with God's help. We all have a purpose in this life and at times we need to sacrifice for each other.

Thanks, it was a pleasure being able to share this moment with you. Thanks for taking the time to read about my experiences. Regards, from Capital on the edge, on the Old Road to Leon,  in Nicaragua.

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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. 

Yordy & Orlando at Capital on the Edge

Hola mi nombre es Orlando Huembés soy de Managua, Nicaragua.

Quiero contarle un poco  de mi vida, yo vivía en un taller de enderezado, pintura y mecánica.  donde los automóviles son reparados por choques o por daños en el motor , y ese mismo lugar vivía mi padre mi mama y mi hermano y yo, y en ese lugar muchas veces sufrí accidente en mis dedos  en mis rodias por causa del descuido de los trabajadores y yo por muy niño sin saber que asía, y un día de tantos al redor de 7 años me cayó un paral de un bus en mi cabeza y tu ve 15 días hospitalizado por que sufrí una lesión en mi cabeza, y a pesar de todo eso mi padre  con el sudor de su frente así a que nuestra vida sea lo mejor pero sin embargo no era lo suficiente, al pasar el tiempo yo veía en mi familia la necesidad y decidí ir a trabajar en lo que sea , a pedir dinero en los semáforos vender agua, y así estudiar pero por la necesidad me salía de clases para ir a conseguir dinero ya que a veces mi papa gastaba dinero en licor y era muy duro ya que mi madre no teníamos para comer lo mas importante, y muchos  amigos me decían vamos a pedir dinero a los buses y yo pues sin decir no decía si, y pues es algo que uno quiere pero es la voluntad de Dios de que nosotros pasemos una experiencia algo inolvidable para así aprender y poder hacer las cosas cada día mejor con la ayuda de Dios, y por un propósito tenemos que hacer tantas cosas por sacrificio a unos por otros. Gracias fue un gusto haber podido compartir este momento con ustedes gracias por su atención saludos desde Capital on the edge león, Nicaragua

POST by RENZ: Carried Away on the Carreton

Fran loving Nicaraguan hugs

Here in Nicaragua, the richer of the poor people use carretons to get around, get fire wood, transport crops, etc. We have a carreton and five horses and a foal. A carreton is a wooden cart pulled by a horse or a strong animal like that. We use ours to collect kids for the school. I go in the morning with Fran and Yader.

We pick up the kids that live too far to walk and the kids that their parents cannot drop them off at our center. Sometimes it takes longer than other times but it is fun and I like doing it.

At midday we take the kids that we collected back home. It is hard sometimes especially with the rain and the flooding. One girl´s house is up a big hill and the carreton cannot go up it because it’s really steep. So I am the one that usually has to walk up the hill, to her house, and see if she is ready.

Most of the time she is ready, sitting down, watching the tele, but other times I just wait outside awkwardly until she comes out. She is really dulcet and her name is Francesca like my sister. On the way to get the kids, it is a bumpy road. There are a lot of holes and hills. Sometimes it is hard to get around because of that.

One day when I was learning how to drive the carreton, we had a lot of kids with us. Francesca, the little girl, dropped her hair clip so Rene went and retrieved it. While we were waiting for Rene to come back, Moises, one of the boys in the school, was hitting the horse with a branch to make it go faster.

The horse & cart, with Yader driving

Suddenly the end of the rope got stuck in the wheel whilst we were going and it scraped my thigh. I felt my leg burn! It hurt! I had a big mark across my leg and some type of yellow, sticky liquid was coming out of it. We had just left the house and I could have gone back but I didn’t because I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.  So Yader took over the reins and we were off again.

Lorenzy's leg - YOUCH!

When we were going down the first hill, I went to get a drink at Yader´s house. Yader let Rene drive the cart down the hill for some reason. When I came back to where they were I saw that all the toddlers were off of the cart and some were crying. I asked them what had happened and they said that the carreton had gone too fast down the hill because of Rene´s driving and that is why they had jumped off and walked down the hill.

Lorenzy

We took them home and came back to the house as fast as we could. When I got home I showed my mum what had happened to me and she took care of it. The next day it hurt even more than when it had happened and I could barely walk. Now it is much better but it still hurts. Rene is now not allowed to drive the cart with passengers on it. He is psychotic.

Rene reading to Capital Edge kids