POST by SEZ: Good Fight, Bleed Right!

Sezni with Mayron & Leiskis

One Night, at a house that is like a cabin near a lake, one of the kids in our group threw a sandal right at my nose.  A lot of blood began to gush out of my nose and mouth. 

I was on the bed, but then blood started to bleed out of my nose like it was rain pouring. I ran out of the bed on to the carpet, to the front door and outside with my dad trying to stop the bleeding.  The tricker and bboys tried to clean up the carpet and the floors and the beds.  

Anna and her sister cleaned the floors and the carpets and washed everything.

I was bleeding to death!

Mum took the kid outside and screamed at him.

My sister was just looking at my nose and she was scared and she was screaming and crying. 

Dad grabbed a glass of water then he started to tell me to drink a lot of water because he said I was losing a lot of liquid. I had to drink too much water because the kid threw a sandal at me while I was trying to sleep.

It hurt real bad, it felt like a tiger was biting my nose.  

Dad told me, “You don’t need to go to the hospital, Sezni.”

Leyky felt terrible about what he did and he came out and said sorry for hurting me because my Mum yelled at him.

When I put a tissue in my nose, it stopped bleeding. After an hour, it stopped bleeding and I went back to bed.

I got a black bruise on my nose and I have had it for weeks now. 

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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.  

POST by LIZ: The LOVE Shack!

Elizabeth with some of her boys

As I fumbled my way through my purse hunting for the $20 Radio Shack discount receipt, the cashier asked me typical questions we get when entering places with a mass of Nicaraguan lads in tow.

I explained why we were in the States and why we live in Nicaragua. 

“Wow!” he gasped, after my spill, and at that moment he ceased just being the professional Radio Shack cashier across the counter from me, and revealed his humanitarian heart.  “I really want to do something like that too – I want to make a difference – wow, I bet that must make you feel really good…” and he continued to lavish praise and admiration for the work that we do. 

His eyes were gentle and genuine, but the rest of his words were wasted on me.  I couldn’t get past his phrase ‘I bet that must make you feel really good…’ His words whirled around my head, I couldn’t shake them.

“Make me feel good!” if only he knew how it made me feel.  I wanted to tell him how it really made me feel.  The recent events flashed through my mind like a B rated horror movie from the sixties.

Situations flashing through my mind recalling all the rejecting statements, compulsive lies, and bad attitudes which had been thrown into our path, like ugly weeds growing in a rose bed.

Now to be fair, this particular day had been especially tough; I had started out the day dealing with tired teenagers wanting to get their own way - which of course clashed with my own agenda for them, and I was having a particularly tough season dealing with Yordy, who was slipping away into depression, Rene, who wanted to act like a porn star, and Beycker, who thought he was every girls’ dream come true. 

I wanted to scream out and release the pent up feelings I had harboured and allow those who had taken out their own hurts and rejections on me, to see that I was just human too. I wanted to pour out my bottled-up hurt from constantly being rejected, unloved and unappreciated. 

My captured feelings shocked me.  I didn’t realise that I held on to so much hurt.  Over the years, I had helped many people unlock their trapped hurts and had explained that hurt left untouched would morph into binding bitterness – yet here I was, standing on a polished floor with a beaming cashier believing in what we do, and seeing the mountain of bitterness I had allowed to build within.

Never-the-less, I snapped back into my reality, smiled at the kindhearted cashier man, and said, “Yep, it’s rewarding, but it sure is a rollercoaster ride at times,” 

We left the shop with shouts of well-wishing from all the staff, including the district manager, who was visiting the store and had also taken interest in our life.  The lads were high spirited, and left the shop in normal style; double twists and flips. Everyone whooping and cheering and laughing and totally unaware of the mountain I carried inside.

Later that night I checked my heart before the Lord.  “God, I didn’t realise I was so hurt and I can feel bitterness consuming me.  I want to ‘feel good about what I do’, but right now I just feel that no matter how much I pour myself out, I receive a stack load of rejection, fear and failure thrown in my face.”

“You know what your problem is, Liz?” God shot back at me. “You are doing things out of your own love for people.  Even Jesus didn’t do this!  You think Jesus died for you because he loves you – but this is not true!”

“WHAT?” I thought… “that goes against EVERYTHING I was raised with. ” 

“Well, read the scripture Liz, it doesn’t say, ‘for Jesus loved the world so much he gave his life,’ No! It says, ‘For God so loved the world that he gave his only son..’ you see Liz, Jesus died for you out of love and obedience for me! But YES, Jesus does love you – because of my love for you! And this is the way you need to operate too.  If you do things out of your own love for others then you will either only love those that are lovely, but Matthew says... where is the reward in that?! But if you love the unlovely out of your own love, then you will get burnt out, rejected, unloved, and unappreciated. 

Because those who are rejected will reject, those who are unloved will be unlovely, and those who don’t feel appreciated will be ungrateful.   But, if you do it only out of love and obedience for me, then you won’t even look for praise or acceptance from others.  If you do things out of love for me, then it doesn’t matter what the reaction is from the person, because you will only look to me to say ‘Well done good and faithful servant!  Then you will truly be living for an audience of one!  The best part is that your love for others will actually increase – Jesus does love you and did die for you because he sees you through my eyes.  This is how I want you to approach your ‘work’ for me. ”

So, I can’t say that I am fully there yet, but I can say that when I receive the rejecting words and actions, especially the ones so typical from teenagers, they don’t stab my heart like before, because I’m now doing things out of love and obedience for God.

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POST by STIVEY: Bad Boys in the Barrio

Stivey's brother, with his wife

Hello my name is Steven. Today I’d like to talk a little about my life.

One day my brother was in my mother's house, but in the house next door lived a gangster, named Gary. Gary did not like my brother, whenever he saw my brother he always said bad words. My brother did not mind the being spoken to in this way.

One day the gang found him in the street. The gang member who didn’t like my brother started to treat my brother badly, but my brother told the gang “hey I didn’t treat you badly.” The gangster responded by saying “I do not like you, so I'm going to kill you.” My brother became scared when the gangster said that.

My brother was so scared, he went and told my mother what had happened. My mum was scared, but she told my brother not to worry. She told my brother that her and his father would talk to the parents of the gangster. 

Stivey's brother, with his son

Then my mum went to talk to the gangster’s mother. One day my brother was come home from work and the gangster was on the corner, waiting for him with another guy. My brother found a friend of his and the friend said “hey, do not go that way because they might do something bad to you.

So my brother went a different way and the gangster realised that my brother had returned home via a different route. The gangster decided to track my brother down and started screaming at him. The gangster started throwing rocks at the door of the house, so my brother became very angry, because my brother realized that one of the rocks had actually hit him.

My brother went to his room and found a pipe. Then my brother went outside, via a different door. He was mad! He grabbed the pipe and hit the gangster’s friend on in his head. Then the gangster became scared and called out “you killed him!” My brother replied “listen animal, now I’m going to get you!”

When my brother went to hit the gangster, his parents called the police. When the police came they looked for my brother. So my brother went quickly to the kitchen and found a knife, but only to cut himself on his arm, so that their was evidence against the gangster.

My brother showed the police his arm police and made a complaint against the gangster. Thanks to God, my brother and my mum did not get hurt. Now my family are good and God never leaves us. He is always with us.

Stivey's brother with his work colleagues

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Hola mi nombre es Steven voy hablar un poco de mi vida un dia estaba mi hermano en la casa de mi mama pero en la casa de al lado vivia un pandillero que se llamaba Gary pero el no le agradaba a mi hermano pero el cada vez que miraba a mi hermano siempre le decia malas palabras pero a mi hermano no le importaba las cosas que le dijiera el pero una vez el pandillero lo encuentra en la calle a mi hermano y empieza a tratar de mala manera pero a mi hermano le dijo al pandillero hey yo en ningun momento te trato mal pero el pandillero le responde a el no me importa no me caes bien por eso yo te voy a matar y mi hermano se asusta cuando el pandillero le dice eso mi hermano se va asustado porque el lo deja ir entonces mi hermano le cuenta  a mi mama y mi mama asustada le dice no te preocupes hijo yo y tu papa vamos hablar con los padres de ese chico si hijo entonces mi mama fue a hablar y despues de eso mi hermano viene de trabajo y el pandillero lo estaba esperando en una esquina con otro chico entoces a mi hermano se encuentra a un amigo de el y le dice hey no pases por alli amigo porque te pueden hacer algo mal alli entonces mi hermano se va por otro lado y los pandilleros se dan cuenta de eso entonces mi hermano llega a casa y cuando llega a casa los pandilleros llegan donde esta el y le empiezan a gritar, gary y el otro pandillero arrojan una piedra en la puerta de la casa entonces mi hermano se enoja mucho porque mi hermano piensa que los pandilleros golpearon con la piedra en su cuerpo entonces mi hermano se va al cuarto y busca un tubo que esta en el cuarto entonces mi hemano sale enojado pero mi mama habia cerrado la puerta de la casa pero a lado de la casa habia otra salida entonces mi hermano salta unas piedras que estaban al frente entonces mi hermano le golpea con un tubo en la cabeza al otro pandillero entonces gary se asusta y dise lo mataste, mi hermano le responde ahora voy por ti animal entonces cuando mi hermano queria golpear a gary que es el otro pandillero los padres de gary se meten entonces mis padres llaman a la policia luego llega la policia pero a buscar a mi hemano por lo que le habia hecho al otro pandillero entonces mi hermano se va rapido a la cosina y busca un cuchillo  pero era para hacerse unas heridas en el brazo porque si no le miraban evidencia que los pandilleros le avian golpeado se lo iban a llevar al el no a los vagos entonces despues que se hace las heridas en el brazo mi hemano le muestra a la policia y mi hermano va ala policia a poner la denuncia y los pandilleros le hechan 20 anos de condena a los dos a gary y al otro pandillero pero le doy gracias a dios que mi hermano y a mi mama no le paso nada y ahora estan muy bien pero eso es gracias a dios porque dios nunca nos dejo solos y el siempre estaba con nosotros DIOS LES BENDIGA.

POST by RENZ: My Right to Blare Alarms

Aben & Lorenzy

Sunday´s are most of the time very relaxing days for us but last Sunday was insane and sort of scary. It started out really fun. My sister and I went to the German school because they were having a fair and some friends of ours invited us to go with them. Once we got back we swam and had fun and decided that at night time we would have a movie night.

A friend of mine (our neighbor) came to our house whilst I was making dinner. She asked me to go to Covanic; a place that is a university; a home to some people; it has offices, a library, and things like that.

She needed to do some homework and print some things so a few of the Trickster boys, my sister, my friend, her brother, and I went walking because it was just down the street.

When we got back two of the Trickster boys had gotten into trouble for smoking in the casita where they were staying. They had to move into the shed bedroom for a week because of that, but Rene got mad because he said he didn´t smoke in the casita but had let others smoke in there.

One of the other Trickster boys also got mad because Rene had disrespected my mum and so Aben and Rene got into a fist fight. I went outside to see but they had already finished fighting.

Rene went into the casita and then went inside the main house. I followed him because I wanted to talk to him. He walked into the kitchen and got a drink of water, then he grabbed a big knife and went running to the gate to go outside. My mum grabbed his shirt and tried to stop him.

Rene y Lorenzy

I stood next to him and grabbed his arm which had the knife and with my other hand held the gate shut. He was swinging his arms around and he almost stabbed me so I screamed and let go of him and so he went running to where the others were.

I went running the other way to where Fran and my friend were and told them what had happened and that he had a knife but it was too late, Rene and Aben had already started fighting again.

Luckily, Aben had kicked him and so he did not get stabbed. Jamil, who worked for us but now works in the army made them stop fighting. Then my mum came out and told Rene to go inside.

She first talked with Aben and left him. When she went inside she told Rene to go into her room with her. When she came out she locked the door and we started the movie but she went outside.

In the middle of the movie Rene got out by the window but none of us saw him get out. Then Beycker came inside and told my mum that Rene was outside. And so she put him back in her room and he was in there for the rest of the night.

Rene y Aben