POST by ABEN: 'Cause the power, you're supplying. It's electrifying!

Aben, Creative Director for the Nicavangelists

Hello friends, my name is Aben and the story I’m sharing with you today is very painful and sad for me.

When I was 14 years old I was a street kid. My friends were a negative influence on me. One day, something terribly bad happened…

I was close to my home, like 100 meters away, and since I was a bad boy I decided to try and rob my neighbour’s house. However, where I live many people try to make a living out of stealing, and the house I was attempting to break into had previously experienced theft. The owners had become wise and installed an electric fence. I didn’t realise this, and so I tried to climb over their wall to steal stuff for money.

At the very same moment I placed both of my hands and my left foot on the fence and immediately felt a surge of electricity course through my entire body.

My heart began to pound five times faster than normal.

My head became discombobulated and the strain was unbearable. I pulled hard but my hands wouldn’t obey, they wouldn’t let go of the wire.

Right then I felt as though my whole body was an earthquake, shaking me wildly this way and that! My hands began to bleed as the fence ripped my skin apart. I lost all of my strength. My body would not listen to me and obey it’s instructions. I couldn’t move at all.

With my other foot resting on a post I frantically tried to push myself back. All to no avail. I realised I was doomed, about to die. Nobody was around to help me.

Then I thought, “God, please forgive me for all of the bad things I’ve done. I repent! I do not want to die!” Immediately I felt a gushing of power in my other foot. Once again I tried kicking myself backwards with the aid of that post and was miraculously freed from that fence.

As I fell to the ground, I landed on a big rock. I hurt my neck but this was of no significance to me, God had saved me from death! My hands were hurt, my heart returned to normal and I was a little scared by this incident. Right there I said these words:

“Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me another chance at life. There is no power that can defeat or stop you. I will continue to believe in you. Thank you God!”

This is what I’ve learnt. God can do whatever he wants with us. However, he wants us to approach him with our own free will and with a repentant heart.

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6 Awesome Nicavangelists: Myron, Lorenzy, Raffy, Jason, David y Aben

Hola amigos mi nombre es aben y la historia voy a contarles es sobre mi ,es muy dolorosa y triste para mi .

Cuando tenia 14 anos y caminaba en las calles con ,amigos pero con mala influencia ,para mi me ocurrio algo feo y horrible .

Un dia cerca de mi casa habia otra como a 100 metros de la mia ,como erea un chico muy vago queria entrar ,a robar ala casa de mi vecino ,pero como en el barrio entraban muchos ladrones a robar ,el por seguridad puso electricidad ,en su cerco y yo sin saber eso fui e intente robar en su casa cosas para dinero .

En ese momento me atrevi  hacer el  inteto cuando estaba en frente del cerco coloque mis dos manos y el pies izquierdo ,al solo tocar con mist res partes del cuerpo enpence a recivir el contacto dela electricidad .

En ese momento mi Corazon la tia 5 veces mas rapido que lo normal ,mi cabeza  sentia  que me la jalaban muy fuerte ,mis dos manos abiertas  y solo vei que no se despengaban del alambre y sentia que todo mi cuerpo se estremecia como un terremoto que sacude todo por igual .

En ese momento miraba que mis manos se cortaban por las puntas que tenia el alambre ,ya no tenia fuerzas ,mi cuerpo ya no me ovedecia  no podia moverme pero con mi otro pies libre ,no me daba cuenta que habia un poste de piedra que sujetaba los alambres yo muy debil y sin fuerzas me enpujaba con mi pies derecho ,sobre el poste pero nada  ocurria, solo pensaba que hiba a morir ahi en ese momento mas que nadie habia al rededor dije es mi final .

Pero despues solo pense y dije dios perdoname por ser tan malo, me arrepiento de todo no quiero morir ayudame dame otra opotunidad,cuando dije todo eso solo senti un gran poder en pies derecho una gran fuerza sentia entonces intente de Nuevo al enpujarme del poste de piedra pude despegarme del alambre de electricidad.

Cuando me despegue cai encima de una gran roca golpeando mi cuello pero eso no me importo por uqe solo me import que dios habia salvado mi vida de la muerte ,mis manos con heridas mi Corazon estaba  con su pulso normal y estaba un poco asutado y llorando solo dije estas palabras .

Gracias papa pordarme una oportunidad mas en el mundo no hay poder alguno ni cosa que dentenga y vensa adios solo seguire creindo enti siempre gracias dios este fue un mensaje que el medio ami de que el bueno y puro y el hace con nosotros lo que el quiere y el solo quiere que nos arrepentimas de Corazon .

POST by STIVEY: Misguided Melvin

The Stivey we Know and Love - Deeply Feeling and Contemplative

Hi everyone! I’m going to share a friend’s story with you…

One day my friend, Melvin, shared with me that he was being mistreated by his parents. He explained in detail that they were using and abusing him. Melvin was ordinarily a really cheerful chap, but his parents ruined his life by making him live sinfully. Melvin’s parents ordered him to steal in the streets and supermarkets so that they had the means to satisfy their cravings for alcohol and cigarettes.

Well time went by and I lost contact with Melvin. He quit school. Two years after learning about Melvin’s lifestyle I ran into him on the street. He looked really different and was sporting several tattoos. We started talking and he told me that he had become a thief. After talking for a while we went our separate ways. 

One year after chatting with Melvin on the street I saw his older brother.  I asked how Melvin and he were doing. Melvin’s brother began to cry. He explained to me that Melvin had died. I asked what had happened and listened as the story unfolded.

Melvin was robbing the son of a police officer and viciously stabbed him. He ran away leaving the son on the street. The Police soon arrested Melvin for his violent crime. The arresting officer was the kid’s father.

He took Melvin into a secret room and shot Melvin five times in the head and six times in his torso. He then proceeded to chop off all of his toes. I was shocked by the way that he had died and thought it a terrible shame, however I realised that the parents were also to blame as they had never taught him any manners.

“Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.” Ephesians 6:4

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 by Nestor, 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 makes more sense.

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Hola les voy a contar un poco de mi vida,pasada sobre un amigo!

Un dia mi amigo melvin era maltratado por sus padres y el me contaba lo que le pasaba en su casa, el era un chico muy divertido pero los padres le hacian la vida muy mal a el lo hacian aser muchas,cosas mal lo mandaba a robar a los supermecados solo para los visio de los padre porque ellos fumaban bebian y le mostraban a el cosas malas,

Al pasar el tiempo yo no sabia nada mas del porque el ya no asistia a clase entonces al pasar 2AÑOS un dia lo miro a el pero cuando lo miro estaba muy diferente porque tenia muchos tatuajes en su cuerpo entonces cuando el me mira me saluda y comienzo hablar con el y le,dijo como te va no se nada de ti ya, y me responde y,dice ahora me dedico al robo le digo porque sos eso porque a mi no me importa nada entonces de repente se va sin decir nada a mi,

Al pasar 1 año despues desde esa ves que lo mire, un dia mire a su hermano mayor y le dije como estas y dijo bien y le pregunto como esta melvin y dijo no sabes no se nada que paso con melvin y dijo con lagrimas en sus ojos respondio el ya murio y dije como fue, pues un dia el le estaba robando a un chico pero lo que no sabia el que era hijo de un policia pero el chico no le dio nada a,melvin cuando le robaba a el entonces melvin lo apuñalio y se fue corriendo dejando al chico tira en la callete de sangrandose entonces al pasar un tiempo no mucho lo agarro la policia y  hay estaba el padre del chico que le habia robado entonces el policia se lo llevo a un lugar y le pego 5 disparo en la,cabeza y 6 disparo en el cuerpo y tambien le corto los dedos de los pies, cuando me,conto todo eso el hermano de melvin no lo crea yo pero dije que mal como murio mi amigo por culpa,de los padre que le enseñaron muchas,cosas mala a el…

Stivey Performing as Father God in "Created"

POST by JOSE: The Ladies in My Life

Jose cooking dinner in the Ohio Valley (West Virginia)

Hello my name is Jose Ballardo and I would like to tell you a little bit about how Jesus came into my life and how I accepted him as my Saviour.

My life in the past: I hadn’t yet accepted Jesus in my life. When I was 10 years old I was very spoiled by my mum. She worked hard and spent most of her time with my brother. I had a babysitter that took care of me. My mum gave us everything we wanted and we were very happy because we had everything we asked for.

Bad friendships: Over time, things became worse for our family. My mum got fired from her job and we didn’t have enough money. I would watch my mother cry because sometimes we didn’t even have food at home to eat. When I was 12 years old, I made some friends who were going through the same economic circumstances as me.

Bad decisions: My new friends were poor and knew my life. I felt comfortable being around them. Yet I saw that they would go out well dressed and with elegant style. They would say to me, “Do you want to look like us?”

I looked at myself and thought about all the poverty we were lived in. I said “okay, I would like to dress like you.” They said, “Good, let’s go steal some stuff… We are going to teach you how to do it!” So I followed them.

We walked to a specific location and then my friends said, “See the lady who is walking along the road? We will follow her and you're going to grab her around the neck and you’re going to throw her down to the ground and then steal all the money she has.”

I started to think about it, because the lady was very old and it seemed like a really bad idea. However, desperate times call for desperate measures and so I agreed to the plan. “Alrighty, I'll do it. I have nothing to lose…” So I approached the old lady and robbed her of the money she was carrying. I then ran fast and far. When we regrouped, we split up the money somewhat evenly and I felt full of adrenaline.

After the “old lady” incident, I started getting into fights with other people. I viewed it all as a game. However, my mum did not realise what had happened or any of the bad stuff that I was now doing. I would skip school to go and get into trouble with my so-called “friends.”

FLAWS THAT ENTERED MY LIFE: I would escape with my friends and they began to drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes, but I would only watch them. Then one day they said, “Jose, try this… You’re going to like it a lot and it will make you feel better, and you will forget about your troubles…” I asked them, “What is it?” They intelligently explained “It’s Marijuana.”

I started smoking the Marijuana and then began to feel really weird. After that I didn’t try it again, but I did try alcohol and cigarettes. Thank the LORD my body would reject these different drugs. I would ask my friends, “Why would you consume these drugs if you act like idiots after using them?” Their only response was to laugh at me.

The Sadness and suffering of my mother: as the time passed I would spend my time doing bad things. All I would think about were bad things and I listened to a lot of Satanic Rock and very violently music. I internally felt that my life was rubbish. I even came to a day where I cursed and insulted God’s name and blamed him for all my problems and thought about killing myself.

However, in these moments of rage, something would stop me. I would get really angry and I would yell and offend my mum and she began to cry because I treated her badly and would yell at her.

She had begun to notice me hanging around with bad people and doing bad things. I would never have acted like that in the past. My mother became very sick because of the problems I was causing her. She asked me, “Son, please change? Please go to church and seek God in your life?” It was funny to me and so I would laugh at her, “Who is God? For me God is like a whatever…”

Jesus touched my life: I was still into really bad things but one day a lady came and said to me, “Son, can I talk to you a little bit about Jesus?” I was 17 years old and I said “Okay, sure – why not…” This lady started talking to me about the Lord, and about the love he has for us.

She explained to me that Jesus sacrificially gave his life to save us and I hadn’t really known much about Him before this. When she had finished reading the word of God, she told me, “I’m inviting you to church tomorrow and if you don’t come I'll come get you and bring you myself.”  I told her I’d go because I had nothing better to do.

The next day I went to church to see what it was all about. When I entered, “wow” - I felt something different. I felt a heat in my whole body that comforted me and made me forget all my problems.

We started to sing and praise God. After that day I started going every week to church. God began to walk in my life. All the evil things I’d done were forgiven and I didn’t have a lot of problems in my life anymore.

Growing In Jesus: God has healed and changed me. Now I am a missionary and I give my testimony for the glory and the honour for God. Every day I pray for all the wonderful people that I have met on these trips.

My mother is healthy and everything is all falling into place, even though sometimes I fall down, God is there to pick me up and he says, “Come on son, I’m here with you. My hand is holding you.” In each church that I go to, I meet wonderful, nice people and I know that God has changed them like he has changed me.

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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Jose & Eliezer at Niagara Falls

Jesús en mi vida y como me a cambiado

Hola mi nombre es jose ballardo y les quiero contar un poco de como Jesús entro en mi vida y lo e aceptado como mi salvador.

Vida pasada: En mi vida pasada cuando no había aceptado a Jesús cuando yo tenía 10 años era un chico muy mimado por mi mama ella trabajaba mucho y pasaba solo la mayor parte del tiempo con mi hermano y la niñera que nos cuidaba mi mama nos daba todo lo que queríamos y éramos muy felices porque teníamos todo lo que queríamos.

Malas amistades: Con el tiempo las cosas se fueron  poniendo peor a mi mama la habían despedido del trabajo y no ajustábamos con el dinero habían mas deudas yo solo miraba llorar a mi mama porque abecés nos hacía falta la comida en el hogar. Cuando tenía 12 años conocí a unos amigos que pasaban por la misma situación que yo.

Malas decisiones: Ellos pasaban por lo mismo y me sentía cómodo con ellos, pero yo miraba que caminaban bien vestidos y muy elegantes y ellos me decían quieres ser como nosotros, yo me miraba y pensaba en la pobreza que estábamos pasando y les dije ok si me gustaría vestirme como ustedes y ellos me dijeron vamos a robar  te vamos a ensenar como hacerlo y yo les seguí y me decían te vamos a explicar vez aquella señora que va caminando la vamos a seguir y tu la vas a sujetar del cuello y la vas a tirar al suelo y le sacas todo el dinero que lleva y llo me puse a pensar por que la señora era muy anciana, pero después me dije ok lo voy a hacer no pierdo nada y vine y agarre a la señora y le quite todo su dinero y salimos corriendo y nos repartimos y yo me sentía con aquella adrenalina.

Después de lo sucedido con la señora me anduve metiendo en peleas con los demás yo lo miraba como un juego hacer todas esas maldades, pero mi mama no se daba cuenta de lo sucedido y de nada de lo que hacia, yo me escapaba del colegio por andar haciendo maldades con mis supuestos amigos.

VICIOS QUE ENTRARON EN MI VIDA: Yo me escapaba con mis amigos y ellos comenzaban a tomar y a fumar cigarrillos y llo solo los miraba y un dia me dijeron jose prueba esto te va a gustar y te ara sentir mejor y olvidaras todos tus problemas y yo les dije que era y ellos me dijeron es marihuana y yo les dije que si y la comencé a probar y después me comencé a sentir muy raro y después de eso no la volví a probar y después probé el alcohol  y los cigarrillos pero gracias a dios mi cuerpo los rechazaba, y después yo les decía a ellos que para que consumían ese tipo de cosas si se miraban como estúpidos y ellos solo se ponían a reir.

Tristeza y sufrimiento de mi mama: Haci paso el tiempo y yo solo pensaba cosas malas y escuchaba rock satánico y músicas con mucha violencia y yo sentía que para mi la vida era basura hasta llegue a maldecir e insultar a dios y lo culpaba de todos mis problemas y pensaba en quitarme la vida pero siempre algo me detenía me ponía tan enojado que ofendía a mi mama y ella se ponía a llorar por que yo la trataba muy mal ella se había

 dado cuenta que andaba en cosas malas porque yo antes no me comportaba aci ella se ponía muy enferma por los problemas, le ocasionaba  muchos problemas ella me decía hijo por favor cambia por favor ve a la iglesia y busca de dios y llo solo me reía y le decía quién es dios para mi dios ni es nada le decía.

Jesús toco mi vida: Yo seguía en las cosas malas pero un dia se acercó una señora y me dijo hijo le puedo hablar un poco sobre Jesús yo ya tenía 17 años y llo le dije si está bien y me comenzó a hablar sobre Jesús sobre el amor que nos tenía a nosotros que dio su vida para salvarnos y llo no savia nada sobre Jesús y cuando termino de leerme la palabra me dijo mañana te invito a la iglesia y si no vas yo te voy a venir a traer y yo le dije que si no tenía nada que hacer.

Y al día siguiente fui a la iglesia para ver de qué se trataba y al entrar wow sentí algo diferente sentí un calor en todo mi cuerpo que me reconfortaba y hacia que olvidara todos mis problemas y en ese instante comencé a cantar y alabar a dios y después de ese día comencé a ir más seguido a la iglesia y dios me iba cambiando mi vida y todo lo malo en mi lo perdono y no tenía muchos problemas como antes.

Creciendo con Jesús: Dios me sano y me cambio ahora soy misionero y doy mi testimonio para la gloria y honra de dios cada día oro por todas las personas maravillosas que e conocido en estos viajes gracias a dios mi mama es saludable y todo está saliendo bien aunque en veces tropiezo y caigo pero dios está ahí y me levanta y me dice animo hijo estoy con tigo mi mano te sostiene, en cada iglesia que voy conozco personas bellas y amables y dios a cambiado sus vidas como a mi gracias a dios y a ustedes por esta oportunidad de estar aquí.  DIOS LOS BENDIGA

POST by JONNY: Hitchhiker's Guide to a Strategy...

Mauricio in Costa Rica

Hello my name is JOHNNY

My story is about an experience that I had, going to my country’s neighbour, COSTA  RICA, in order to represent my homeland, Nicaragua.

In 2011 I went to an international event where two dancers fought on the dance floor against two other dancers, with competitors being eliminated in groups of two. We won the event, my friend Mauricio and I.

Five days after this competition in San Jose, we received a telephone call from Costa Rica. The person on the other end of the line advised that myself and my dancing group companion, Mauricio, had been elected by the bboy organisation in Costa Rica (the board of the Costa Rican dancing federation) to represent our country, Nicaragua, in future events.

Jonny in Costa Rica

One day my dancing companion, Mauricio and I, were wondering and discussing how we could ever get to the dancing event in Costa Rica. He didn’t have any money, and neither did I. On top of that, neither of us were had a job at the time.

We thought about who we could borrow money from and then I thought of someone. Mauricio agreed that we should ask for a loan. And so we went along to my friend’s house, and low-and-behold, the chap was at home!

Jonny with some Costa Rican junior talent

We explained our situation to my friend, and he said “of course I’ll lend you the money for your trip to Costa Rica. When you get the money back again, just repay me then.”

The next day I went with Mauricio and bought the coach ticket. We would be departing Managua rather early in the morning, at 4am, on the 23^rd of February, 2011.

The Boys with local Costa Rican talent

Five days after purchasing our coach tickets, we left Costa Rica-bound. However, when we arrived at the border between our two countries, all of the people on our coach exited the bus and proceeded to the immigration hall. Each one of us were asked by the immigration officials (Police) for our passports. Mauricio, my friend, told me he was hungry, and persuaded me to go with him in order to buy something to eat.

When we went to buy food, I told Mauricio that I needed to go to the toilet.  Mauricio agreed and went by himself to buy a snack.  When I came out of the bathroom I saw Mauricio running towards me. “What happened?” I called out. “All of my things have been stolen!” I was shocked. “Who stole your things?” I inquired. “Some thieves” Mauricio accurately replied.

Jonny dancing on the streets of San Jose

We headed for the bus. When we arrived we were told by the coach staff that we would not be allowed to board the bus, because we didn’t possess tickets. The bus left us at the border. We didn’t know what to do.

At that very moment, a young man of approximately 25 years appeared and told us that he’d watched our videos on Youtube, that he knew of us, and that he’d like to one day watch our crew dance. We told our new friend that we were desperate to travel to Costa Rica, for in San Jose we would represent Nicaragua in a dancing competition. Our friend explained that he knew of a path nearby, that we could travel along, in order to cross the border.

Mauricio dancing on the streets of San Jose

We went on foot with this fellow and traversed the border to Costa Rica. When we made it safely through, our friend crossed back, because he had to return for work. Once on the main highway again, we tried to hitchhike. However, nobody offered us a lift.

So I said to Mauricio, “come on, let’s walk. Somebody will eventually give us a ride.” Mauricio agreed, and we started walking towards San Jose at 9am. We walked for five hours.

Mauricio, the tinman

At 2pm a van stopped and told us to get in. “The capital of Costa Rica is 340 kms away” he said. “I will talk with the Police and they will help you.” We looked at each other, and then at our Good Samaritan and said “Okay, sounds great. Thank you.”

The chap took us to the Police station and then took off. He was headed in a different direction and needed to get moving. The Police beckoned us in and began to ask us questions. “Why are you walking?” We said “We’ve been robbed, but we’re here legally. We have the correct documentation.”

Jonny, on the coach to Costa Rica

The Police asked us if we knew of someone who could help us. “Yes”, was our reply. We asked to use their telephone so that we could call the event organisers. The Police kindly offered a loan of their phone and we called our colleagues in Costa Rica and asked them if they could send us some money, so that we could get to the capital.

Our friends very graciously lent us the $20 dollars we needed. Mauricio and I walked five kilometers to a place where we could withdraw the money for our bus tickets. We bought our tickets and began to wait. I fell asleep and Mauricio chatted away on the telephone he’d recharged with the money we’d received. Our bus, left without us! We continued to wait, and luckily the next bus allowed us to board. San Jose at last!

Mauricio hitchhiking

When we arrived in the massive city, nobody was there to greet us. We were nervous, as we’re Nicaraguan and didn’t know much about Costa Rica. However, Mauricio had a sister who lived in Costa Rica, but he had no clue where she lived.

In this moment I asked a complete stranger if he knew where the local bus terminal was. He said that he did, and offered to take us there personally. Mauricio asked if he could borrow our tour guide’s phone for a moment, so that he could look at his facebook and try to locate his sister’s phone number. Our guide obliged Mauricio.

Mauricio with his sister and her kids/friends in Costa Rica

Mauricio found his sister’s phone number and called her on the telephone. She told us to wait at the bus station and she’d come and get us. Two hours later, and in she waltzed. It was so good to see her. She took us with her to her house.

We hadn’t eaten all day and were starving hungry. We’d been up since 4am! We told Mauricio’s sister that we were hungry and she made us some food. It was like breakfast for us!

Mauricio and his brother inlaw

The following day, we called and spoke with staff from the competition that we would be participating in. They explained that they were no longer having us come and compete in the event. We went along anyway, unsure as to why we were no longer to be included.

The View from our House in Costa Rica

The following day, we were still unsure as to how we’d make it back to Nicaragua. We decided to busk, dancing in the streets, in order to raise the money we needed for our bus fare. It took us twenty days to raise the money. We’d been on quite the trip, and were now excited to return to our beloved country, proud that we were able to represent Nicaragua, even if only dancing on the streets.

God bless you for reading this story. Thank you!

Jonny!

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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. 

Hola mi nombre es JOHNNY

Mi historia es sobre una experiencia que tube que pasar para representar a mi pais en el vecino pais COSTA RICA .

En 2011 fui a un evento 2 vs 2 Y fui ganador del evento. Y alos 5 dias recibi una llamada de COSTA RICA y la persona que me llamo me dijo que yo y mi conpanero de baile mauricio estabamos elejido por la organisacion de eventos de COSTA RICA para representar nuestro pais Nicaragua .

Y un dia mi conpero mauricio y yo estabamos ablando sobre como i vamos a ir al evento si no teniamos dinero y no estabamos trabajando tanpo . Pero yo pense en prestar dinero a unas personas que conocia y mauricio me dijo si esta bien agamolo y en eso fuimo a casa de la la persona y cuando yegamos , la persona estaba hay y yo le dije que nos prestara dinero y el dijo que si que nos aria el fabor pero que le pagaramos el dinero cuando tuvieramos .

Y al dia siguiente mauricio y yo fuimos a comprar los boletos del auto bus . nuestro viaje era alas 4 de la mananael dia 23 de Febrero del 2011 .

Al terser dia de aver comprado los boletos nos fuimos acia costa rica . Pero cuando estabamos en la frontera nos bajamos de el bus a que la policia mirara los pasaporte de cada persona que iba en el bus . En eso mi amigo mauricio me dijo tengo hambre bamos a comprar algo para comer y yo le dije bamos esta bien .

Y cuando ibamos a comprar yo le dije mauricio ire al bano y el me dijo esta bien , y mauricio se fue a comprar solo . Y cuando yo sali de el bano mauricio benia coriendo y me dijo me robaron todo ..

Y yo le dije quienes y el me dijo unos ladrones .

Y en eso nos dirigimos a donde estaba el bus . Y las personas de el bus nos dijieron que no podiamos abordarlo porque no teniamos los boletos .

Y el bus en eso se marcho y nos dejo en la frontera . Y derepente aparecio un chico y nos dijo de que miraba nuestros videos en YOU TUBE Y que queria conoserlos a nuestro grupo OSB CREW

y nosotros le dijimos que si nos podia alludar a ir a costa rica que ibamos a representar el pais. Y el nos yebo por un camino que seria cerca de pasar la frontera en donde no nos mirara la policia de costa rica .

Y nosotros fuimos con el y pasamos la frontera . y cuando pasamos la frontera nuestro amigo se regreso, porque el tenia que regresar al trabajo , y cuando el se fue mairicio y yo enpesamos a pedir Ray pero nadie nos daba . Y

Y yo le dije a MAURICIO caminemos que abra una persona que nos alludara . Y MAURICIO me dijo esta bien caminemos y enpesamos a caminar de las 9.AM asta a las 2.PM Y derepenta una camioneta se paro y nos dijo que nos montamos y el nos dijo que estabomos muy largo para yegar a la capital de costa rica , que eran como 340 quiilometros y el nos dijo que ablaramos con la policia para que nos alluran y nosotro le djimos que estaba bien .

Y en eso yegamos a una estacion de policia y el senor de la camioneta se fue . Y la policia nos llamo y nos pregunto que porque estabamos caminando. Y nosotro le dijimo que nos robaron todo y que estabamos legales . Y ellos digieron que esperamos y que si teniamos a alguien que nos alludara . Y nosotros le dijimos que si , pero que nos prestara el telefono de el para llamar alas personas del evento .Y el policia amablemente nos presto su telefono y llamamos alas personas del evento y le pedimos que si nos podian mandar dinero para poder yegar que teniamos prolemas .

Y las personas del evento nos dijieron que si y nos madaron 20 dolares para el bus . Y mauricio y yo nos fuimos caminando 5 quiilometros para llegar a un lugar en donde retirar el dinero y para comprar los boletos de bus .

Y luugo de conprar los boletos nos fuimos y cuando yegamos a la cuidad nadie nos estaba esperando y nosotro no conociamos nada de el pais .

Pero mi amigo mauiricio tenia una hermana que vivia en costa rica . pero el no savia en donde vivia ella . Y en eso yo pregunte a uan persona que si sabia en donde eran las estaciones de buces . Y el me dijo que el se dirijgia acia las estaciones que nos fueramos con el , Y mauricio y yo nos fuimos con el y mauricio le dijo a el que si le podia prestar su telefono para mirara su facebook y poder tener el numero de la hermana . Y ls persona dijo que si y mauricio miro el facebook y pudo sacar el numero de telefono de la hermana .

Y mauricio llamo a la hermana y ella le dijo que esperara en la estacion de bus que nos yegaria ir a traer .. Y pasaron 2 oras y yego la hermana de mauricio y nos fuimos con ella para su casa . y mauricio le dijo que teniamos hambre que no aviamos comido y ella nosdio comida . Y esa comida era como el almuerso y eran las 4 de la manana .

Y al dia siguinte llamamos a los de el evento y ellos dijieron que ya no habia hospedaje para los bboy de nicaragua .. Pero a muaricio y a mi no nos inporto y acistimos al evento y a mi no me dejaron participar y no savia porque motibo .

Y para regresar a nicaragua tubimo que ir mauricio y yo a bailar a las calles para poder recoger dinero y regresar a nuestro pais . Y pasaron 15 20 dias que pasamos bailando en las calles y a si podimos recojer el dinero y poder regresarnos a nuestro pais .

Y todo eso paso solo por representa nuestro querido pais .

DIOS bendiga a todas las personas que lean esta historia gracias .

Jonny & Mauricio dancing on the streets of San Jose

POST by STIVEY: Thankfully the One Who Got A Way

Once, my brother was playing football. Well football is his favourite sport and he was playing in a park and a guy was there. After my brother had finished playing, the fellow who was also at the park wanted to steal my brother’s money.

My brother left the park at great speed, running towards our house. When he looked back there wasn’t just one chap chasing him, there were now two. My brother ran to where my cousins were. My cousins grabbed rocks from the ground and started pelting them at the would-be-robbers, who thanks to my cousins, ran away.

My brother didn’t know it, but the thieves lived in the same neighborhood as us. I think the robbers were waiting for their time of revenge. They didn’t act, they just waited.

One day, the robbers were watching my brother. They wanted to stab him with a knife. The thieves almost succeeded. My brother was fighting with one of them and the other pulled out a knife and threw it at my brother’s neck. However, my brother saw the knife coming and ducked away from it, only being slightly nicked on his neck.

Thanks to God, someone called for my cousins, who arrived on the scene quick-smart. My cousins started throwing stones at the two bad dudes and they started to run, but my cousin hit one of them. He lay on the ground in pain and the other ran away and left his companion lying there in the dirt.

My cousins wasted no time in doling out their punishment. They beat him. They nearly killed him! Then my brother said to my cousins “stop it, or he'll die!”

The police arrived shortly after and took the robber away as their prisoner and put him in prison. And so they never tried to steal from my brother again and thank God he was not killed.

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 deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, to make clear the life events written about.

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Una vez mi hermano estaba jugando futbol, bueno su deporte es el futbol él estaba jugando en un parque y un chico estaba ahí. Después que terminó el chico  le quería robar su dinero que tenía,  mi hermano salió corriendo y el chico con otro lo persiguieron, entonces mi hermano llegó donde unos primos y  agarraron a los ladrones a pedrada. Gracias a eso, ese día no le hicieron nada a mi hermano.  Los ladrones eran del mismo barrio pero mi hermano no sabía. 

Los ladrones parece que no lo iban a dejar así. Otro día miran a mi hermano y lo querían dañar con un cuchillo y los ladrones casi lo logran ; él estaba peleando con unos y el otro saco un cuchillo y se lo tiró al cuello a mi hermano y por reflejo se lo capio, solo le paso rosando el cuello y gracias a Dios  después llegaron  mis primos por que se dieron cuenta que el estaba peleando. Mis primo los agarraron a pedrada y los dos corrieron pero mi primo le pega a uno y el otro corrió y lo dejó ahí tirado en el piso, entonces mi primo comenzó a golpear al  que se cayó  y casi lo mata Entonces mi hermano lo desaparto y  le dijo: dejen lo van a matar Entonces llego la policía y se lo llevaron y lo metieron preso y así ellos nunca más robaron mi y her