POST by JONNY: Bad Boys

Lorenzy and Jonny at Niagara Falls (Canada in the background)

This story is about a cousin of mine, Chepe.

A year ago, my cousin Chepe had a friend named Kalero. In the past, they were very good friends and they did a lot of fun things together. However at that time, my cousin did not know that Kalero had bad friends and because of those 'friends' Chepe was at risk of getting into trouble. Kalero had a lot of enemies that wanted to kill him and Chepe’s mum always told him not to hang out with Kalero, because he could get into a lot of trouble. Yet still, Chepe never listened to his mother.

Making your own decisions…

After my cousin, Chepe, saw what Kalero did, he wanted to do it too, so that he could feel cool. But he did not know that he was actually destroying his life. My other cousin named Ricardo, also decided to do what his brother, Chepe, did. Together with Kalero, they formed a gang that went around stealing things. When they made that 'gang', they started robbing people in the streets. Their soul purpose was to obtain things that did not belong to them.

Grief and hopelessness of the mother...

Chepe’s mum did not know that her kids did not attend school anymore. She also did not know that they were doing bad things and that they were hurting a lot of innocent people. One day, the Police arrived and they were looking for Chepe and Ricardo. Their mum asked the police why they were looking for her sons, and what they had done. The police responded with, "Your two kids have robbed a lot of people and we have been ordered to arrest them.

When my aunt found out what was happening with her kids, she became very angry because of what they had been doing. At night, when my cousins came home, my aunt was really mad and she asked them why they were in a gang that robbed people. My cousins did not say anything. They just lowered their heads and did not respond.

Notes of hopelessness

With time, my cousins and Kalero accepted many more people into their gang. With every day that passed, they were even more fearsome. Everyone who lived in their community were scared of the gang, because they were afraid that they would be robbed and killed.

After a big robbery incident that my cousins did, the Police went after every member of the gang and captured Ricardo and Kalero. When the Police had caught them, they told their family to come in and see them. When my aunt found out about the arrests, she felt really bad because she’d just wanted her kids to study and be hugely successful people in life, but with everything that was happening, she just wanted to see her kids - but couldn’t.

Condemnation

After three weeks, the day of my cousin’s court appearance came and my aunt was desperate. She asked God for everything to turn out fine in court. Ricardo and Kalero did not have anything to say to defend their actions before the judge. After my cousins had finished talking about the allegations, the judge made the decision to give Ricardo four years in prison and Kalero, eight years. Kalero received a longer sentence because he’d gotten into more trouble than Ricardo.

Reuniting years later…

After six years, my cousins saw Kalero again, but everything was different now because Ricardo did not want to do those bad things anymore and Chepe only desired to keep studying. Kalero was the only one that felt really bad, because when he got out of jail his mum had passed away after a battle with cancer.

Three months passed and one Saturday, it was Chepe’s birthday. He had invited Kalero to have some beer and Kalero said "Sure." After being at the bar for two hours Chepe said to Kalero "We should leave now” and Kalero agreed, "Yeah, let’s go."

Kalero and Chepe were walking along the street when they bumped into some guys that had previously had problems with Kalero. The men stopped the boys and said to Kalero, "Do you remember us?" Kalero didn’t respond and lowered his head. The men pulled out guns and started to shoot Kalero up and down his body. Chepe just stood there helplessly, watching them kill his best friend.

After three months Chepe became a Christian and now lives for God.

Thank you for reading my story and God bless you.

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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Jonny performing in CREATED at Maranatha Assembly in Chicago

Esta historia se trata sobre un primo mio que se llama chepe .

Hace 1 años mi primo chepe tenia un amigo  que se llamaba Kalero que en el pasado eran muy buenos amigos y hacian muchas cosas con las cuales  ellos se divertian a lo grande , pero en ese tiempo mi primo no sabia que kalero tenia malas amistades y que por tener esa amista chepe podria tener muchos problemas ya que , kalero tenia muchos enemigo los cuales lo querian matar y la mama de Chepe siempre le decia que no andubiera con kalero porque podria tener muchos problemas , pero Chepe nunca le iso caso .

desciciones por su propia cuenta

Despues de que mi primo Chepe miraba lo que kalero hacia el lo queria hacer para creerse muy grande pero no sabia que se  estaba destruyendo la vida . y mi otro primo que se llama Ricardo sigio a su hermano tambien en lo que hacia y junto con kalero icieron una pandia un grupo de ladrones . cuando ellos formaron ese grupo pandilleros ellos comensaron a rrobar en las calles en las casa y solo querian tener lo que no era de ellos .

Afliccion y decesperacion de la mama.

La mama de Chepe y Ricardo no sabian que sus hijos no sabian que ellos se habian salido de el colegio y tanpoco sabia que sus hijos estavana haciendo lo malo y que estavan iriendo a muchas personas ynosentes . Pero un dia yego la Policia buscando a Ricardo y Chepe y la mama de ellos le dijo a los Policia que porque los andaba buscando que que habian echo ellos ? Y los Policia le repondieron . Sus dos hijos an echos muchos robos y tenemos orden para cacturarlo y echarlos preso . Cuando mi tia sedio cuenta de todo lo que estava pasando con sus hijos ella se puso muy mal por lo sucedido . Luego por la noche yegaron mis primos a la casa de mi tia y mi tia estaba muy enojada y les comenso a reclamar que porque estaban haciendo todo eso ? y mis primos no decian nada solo abajavana la caveza y no respondieron .

Noticias de desperacion .

Despues de que mis primos y kalero seguian haciendo mas grande el grupo de bago. ellos cada dia eran mas temibles por toda una poblacion entera astaque las personas no querian salir de sus casa por temor a que les robarano los mataran . luego de un gran robo que mis primos y sus amigos habian echo luego la policia comenso una gran persecucion a todos los que pertenecian a la pandilla y despues de la persecucion la Policia pudo cacturar a Ricardo y a kalero y cuando los cacturaron le dieron aviso a los familiares para que yegaran averlos y cuando mi tia sedio cuenta de todo lo que estava pasando ella se sentia muy mal porque ella solo queria que sus hijos fueran estudiados y que fueran unas grandes personas en la vida pero con todo lo que estava pasando ella solo queria ver a sus hijos y no podia .

Condenacion.

Despues de 3 semanas yego el dia de la condenacion y mi tia  estaba decesperada y solo pedia a Dios que todo saliera muy bien en el jusgando . Cuando yego la hora de escuchar la culpavilidad y los cargos que tenia Ricardo y kalero ellos no tenian escusas ni ninguna defensa para poder decir que eran inosente e todos los cargos que se les a cusaban . Y luego de que ya habian terminado de hablar sobre las acusaciones yego la desicion de el jues . Y la respuesta de el jues fue darle a ricardo 4 años de pricion y a calero 6 años ya que kalero tenia mas problemas .

Años despues se reencuetran .

Despues de 6 anos mis primos bolbieron a encontrarse con kalero  . Pero todo era muy diferente porque Ricardo ya no queria seguir haciendo lo malo y chepe solo queria seguir estudiando y kalero era el unico que se sentia muy mal , porque al salir de la carcel sedio cuenta de que su mama habia muerto de canser . Y haci pasaron los 3 meces de que kalero habia nacido y un dia savado Chepe estaba cumpliendo año y chepe inbito a kalero a unas cervesas y kalero le dijo que que estava muy bien que fueran . Y luego de estar 2 horas en el bar en el cual estaban tomando alchol Chepe le dijo a kalero ya tenemos que irnos ala casa y kalero le respondio . Si esta bien vamonos y cuando ellos iban caminando unos hombres que tenian problemas con kalero en el pasado y los hombres los pararon y le dijieron a kalero te a cuerdas de mi kalero y kalero solo abajo la caveza y los hombre le comensaron a disparar en todo su cuerpo y en la caveza y Chepe estaba mirando como matavan a su mejor amigo . despues de 3 meces de lo susedido chepe se iso cristiano y ahora solo quiere vivir para dios .

Gracia por leer uno de mis testimonios muchas gracias .

Dios los bendiga .

POST by LEIKY: Padres and Prison

Jairo & Leiky sucking on lollipops in an Illinois Parade

Hello my name is Leikis. I would like to tell you a little story about my friend Jairito.

Well, my friend’s life was very difficult. His Dad and his Mum did not get on very well because they were always fighting. So, His Mum kicked His Dad out of the house and Jairito’s Dad called his Grandmother and his Grandmother took His Dad in to her house.

My friend Jairito and his brothers were all crying, but the time went by and their Dad came back to the house and started to fight with Jairito's uncle, because he wanted to hurt Jairito’s Mum.

His brothers grabbed their Dad, but then their Dad decided to leave and the Police came to look for their Dad and they grabbed him and took him to jail. When Jairito’s Dad got out of prison, his mother went to go find him and she said "come home please" and he said to the her "yes, ok" and they lived happily forever.

Thanks to God they didn’t fight again.

Jairo's Happy Family

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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hola me llamo leikis quiero con tarles un poco sobre la vida de mi amigo jairito vueno la vida de mi amigo era muy difisil porque su papa y su mama nose llevavan bien porque para ese tiempo se abian peleado, entonces su mama corrio a su papa de la casa y su papa no sabia adonde hir, y su papa llamo asu abuelita y su abuelita se lo llebo para su casa y mi amigo y sus hermanos se que daron llorando, pero paso un tiempo y su papa yego ala casa y se peleo con sutio porque lequeria pegar ala mama de mi amigo pero sus hermanos de mi amigo semetieron a agarrar asu papa pero despues su papa sefue y yegola policia abuscar asu papa y lo agarraron y callo preso, pero despues salio y su mama lobusco y le dijo benine a la casa por favor y su papa le dijo si y vivieron felizes para siempre .

Y gracias a dios no bolbieron a pelear. 

POST by YADER: Falsely Abused

Yader of Capital on the Edge

One day I saw a friend, and they asked me to trade $100 of their money into Cordobas (the National Currency of Nicaragua).

I went to a casino located close to where I was.

When I arrived at the casino, I went to the cash registers and asked an attendant if he could change the money for me. He responded by telling me that he was able to do the trade.

After a couple of moments, the man told me to "hang on a sec" because there was a problem with the money that he was changing for me. I waited patiently.

All of a sudden the police arrived and the man that was changing the money said to them that I wanted to rob him by giving him a false $100 bill.

However I did not know that it was a false bill and I explained to my authorities that the money was not mine, but the Pólice did not care to listen to me, and so they put me in hand cuffs and took me away.

I was very sad, because when I was in prison there were bad people there and they would hurt me significantly. After being beat up, I asked God to help me to get out of that horrible place.

The next day, a Póliceman came to me and said that I was free, and that I could go to my house. (HE FREES THE CAPTIVE!!!)

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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. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed.

Yader with his sister and aunt

   Experiencia de mi vida.

Un día me encontraba con un amigo al cual medio 100$ dolaré para ir a descambiarlo a córdobas de Nicaragua.

Y yo me fui para un casino que estaba cerca del lugar en el cual estaba yo.

Y cuando llegue al casino me dirigí así las personas que están en las cajas registradoras, y yo les dije a un hombre que si me podía cambiar el billete, y él me dijo que no había ningún problema.

Pero de repente el hombre me dijo que me esperara porque había un problema con el billete que estaba cambiando, y me dijo que me esperara.

Y de repente llego la policía y el hombre que me estaba cambiando el billete les dijo que el billete les dijo que yo le quería robar con un billete falso.

Pero yo no sabía que el billete era falso y yo les dije que el billete no era mío, pero a los policías no les importo y me pusieron la esposas y me llevaron detenido. Y yo estaba muy mal porque cuando estaba en la prisión había hombre muy malo y me estaban golpeando mucho.

Y después de estar muy golpeado pedí a Dios que me ayudara para poder salir de ese horrible lugar.

Y al día siguiente un policía llego y me dijo que estaba libre de cargo que me podía ir a mi casa ya.

POST by ELIEZER: Mi Tia

Eliezer of Capital on the Edge

Hello my name is Eliezer. Today I am going to share with you about a person who is very important to me.

My aunt is 30 years old. She has three kids. Two of her children had a father that was very aggressive with them and my aunt. He would hit her and treat them very badly. At times he would tell her to leave the house or sleep on the floor. She was not happy with her life in this condition.

The man married to my aunt had a massive problem with drugs and alcohol consumption. Because of his addictions, he would get mad at everything and over everything. He would treat my aunt and their kids badly, especially when she would ask him for bill and grocery money, because he never had any money – he always wasted it on drugs.

They never had food at their house and so my aunt had to go and ask her neighbors for a little bit of food, so that her kids would eat, but there was never enough for her. She would cry because she could not afford the life that she had.

When the father of my aunt´s kids would go out, my aunt would look for a job to do, so that she could take care of her kids and earn a little bit of money for food. She would wash clothes by hand. The clothes that she washed were not her own, they were the clothes of other people. She would do it even though her husband did not realise she was doing it.

Her husband was a very jealous man and one day, at their house, he found clothes that belonged to another man. He punched her in the face and left her eyes bruised and swollen. He also pulled her hair. It was like he was going to kill her because he was so furious.

Our family found out and we decided that we´d go and rescue her from the man. We formed a group consisting of members from our family.

We went to the house and saw that she was sick and had bruises. We begged her to leave with us but she was scared of that man. With our help she decided to escape from him and to take her two kids with her, but the man did not want to let them go.

We could only take one kid with us and the other one stayed with his father. My aunt was living at my grandmother´s house. She was happier without that man.

The man is now in jail and the other son that stayed with him is in a gang that is always on the streets. The son is in a terrible state because of the bad influence his father was on him, but my aunt has hope that he will soon leave the bad parts of his life behind him and get on with his life.

Thank you reading my story, I hope you liked it.

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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. 

This story was translated by Lorenzy and edited by Jed. 

Eliezer with his little sister

Hola mi nombre es Eliezer

Les vengo a contar de una persona muí importante para my

My tía tiene 30 años de edad tiene 3 hijos 2de ellos tenía un padre que era muí agresivo con ellos i con mi tía, la golpeaba le daba mucho maltrato la Coria de la casa o la ponía a dormir en el piso ella era muí infeliz con esa vida.

El tenia un problema con las drogas y con el licor se enojaba de todo el maltrataba a ella y a sus hijos cuando mi tía le pedía dinero porque el selo gastaba todo en drogas.

En la casa nunca avía comida y mi tía tenía que ir donde los vecinos a pedir un poco de comida para sus hijos aunque ella no comiera, ella lloraba no soportaba esa vida que tenia.

Cuando el salía mi tía buscaba como hacer algún trabajo en la casa el cual pudiera cuidar a sus hijos i conseguir un poco de dinero para la comida, ella lavaba a mano ropa de otras personas i así lo hacía sin que él se diera cuenta .

El era muí celoso y un día encontró en la casa una ropa de hombre que no era de él le pego en los ojos i se los dejo hinchados la arrastro de el pelo la amenazo que la iba a matar el estaba muy furioso.

En mi familia nos dimos cuenta de todo y decidimos ir a rescatarla de ese hombre reunimos a un grupo de familiares. Llegamos a la casa y ella estaba muy enferma i golpeada, le rogamos que se fuera con nosotros pero ella tenía miedo de ese hombre pero con el apoyo de nosotros decidió escapar de él y llevarse a sus 2 hijos pero el hombre no los quería dejar ir solo pudimos quitarle a uno el otro se quedo con él.

Mi tía está viviendo en casa de mi abuela ella es más feliz sin ese hombre.

El hombre está en la cárcel el hijo de mi tía esta en pandeas callejeras por las malas influencia de su papa pero mi tía tiene la esperanza que él se alejara de las cosas malas.

Gracias por leer mi historia espero les allá gustado.

EL FIN.

POST by BEYCKER: Bloody Murder

Beycker, from Capital on the Edge

When I was just 11 years of age, my classmates used to beat me at school and I was sad. I could not defend myself, but I had a friend who took care of the bad guys for me. He was older than I was, he was 15 years old.

My friend’s name was Cristian, and he was my best friend. I always played with my friend and I was happy that he was my best friend. After four years of friendship Cristian and I were still best friends.

I was 15 years old and my friend, Cristian, was 19, the day I went to visit him in his house. When I arrived, I saw many Police around his house. I asked myself, “What is going on here?” and when I looked inside Cristian’s house I saw a dead person on the floor.

I asked myself “What’s happened here?” I saw the dead person on the floor and became very nervous – there was a dead person lying on the floor of my best friend’s house!

I went looking for my friend, Cristian and found him in a park crying. I asked him, “Cristian! What are you doing here alone in the park in the dark?” I said “Sombody's dead and they’re lying on the floor of your home!”

Cristian sorrowfully cried “I regret what I’ve done, Beycker! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Beycker, I’m so scared!”

I asked Cristian, “Why are you crying, what's happened?” Crisitan replied “some guys gave me some marijuana so that I could see what it felt like. I then went home and my brother scolded me for using the drug. He was very angry that I had tried marijuana. 

So I left the house and went into the street with other kids who were smoking pot and became very angry with my brother for yelling at me. I grabbed a knife and stabbed him 5 times in his body. I murdered my older brother!”

Cristian looked at me in the eyes and cried. I asked him “Why did you kill your older brother?” Cristian responded. “I killed him! I killed the brother that I loved!”

Whilst we were talking the Police arrived. They tackled Cristian to the ground. They handcuffed him and took him away. As Cristian was leaving he called our to me “Beycker, Beycker, don’t let them take me away! I don't want to be a prisoner!” I was very nervous and because of this I could not do anything to help my friend.

At that moment I remembered back to school when Cristian used to protect me from the guys who would beat me up. I felt bad for not being able to think of anything I could do to help my friend when the police were taking him away.

Cristian killed his brother whilst high on drugs and for that reason he remains in prison, still paying his sentence to this very day.

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Mi nombre es beycker manuel.cuando yo tenia la edad de 11 años en mi escuela mis , amigos me golpeaban y yo me sentía triste, no me podía de fender pero tenia un amigo que me cuidaba de los chicos malos que me golpiaban el mi amigo me de fendia el era mayor que yo tenia 15 años el se ya mava cristian , el era mi mejor amigo , el siempre jugaba con mi amigo y yo estaba feliz de que cristian mi amigo pero ,paso el tiempo y después de 4 años cristian y yo siempre era mos amigos yo ya tenia de edad 15 años y mi amigo cristian 19 años pero llego un momento que fui a buscar ami amigo a su casa pero cuando llege a su casa mire muchos policía alrededor de su casa y yo me pregunte que havia pasado en la casa de cristian y mire en la casa de mi amigo una persona muerta en el suelo y me pregunt que havia pasado pero yo no savia y me sentí muy nervioso al ver una persona muerta en la casa de mi amigo ,pero luego yo fui a buscar a a mi amigo cristian y lo encontré en un parque llorando y le ,pregunte , cristian que estas haciendo aquí solo en el parque en lo oscuro y yo le dije hay un muerto en tu casa y el me dijo beycker me arrepiento y el me decia no no no por que lo hice beycker y yo asustado y nervioso le pregunte pero dime cristian ?por que estas llorando cristian ? y el medijo :unos chicos me dieron mariguana y yo fume para ver que se sentia la mariguana y luego fui a mi casa y mi hermano me regano por que andava en la calle con otros chicos fumando mariguana y el me trato y yo me enoje y agarre un cuchillo y lo a punalie 5 veces en su cuerpo y mate ami hermano mayor .entonces me a sute yo y le dije que /por que hicistes eso cristian y cristian me mirava y me lloraba y me lloraba mate a mi hermano lo mate beycker lo mate a mi hermano que tanto amaba y

depues llego la policia al parque y me encontro con el en el parque y la policia lo tiro al suelo y se lo ye baron preso ala carcel por omicidio y mi amigo cristian lloraba y me decia beycker, beycker no dejes que me lleben preso no quiero estar preso y yo muy nervioso y pues las timosa mente yo no podia hacer nada para a lludarlo y rrecorde en ese instante cuando el me protejia en la escuela de los chicos que me gol piavan y yo me sentia mal no poder verle a lludado en nada cuando la policia se lo llebaba preso . y pues mi amigo cristian el mato asu hermano lo acesino por que el estaba drogado y el sigue en la carcel todavia pagando su condena