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.

POST by YORDY: Vida Sin Sentido

Yordy working hard on his BLOG POST

Since I was 8 years of age, I thought bad thoughts which were caused by the people around me. I thought that my life did not mean anything, that friends did not truly exist, because the friends that I had would just fill my head with bad thoughts.

They showed me how to do bad things. When people would try to help me, I always tried to make their life a living hell. I did not trust anybody.

My family turned their back on me and I never had love that a kid should get when they are that age. Everything that happened every day would just make it worse. I would cry with hatred for all people, mainly my family and my so called ‘friends’ that would laugh at me when they saw what would happen to me.

I was around 8 or 9 years old and living on the streets. I smoked marijuana since I was little. I would go and rob people with an ex-friend. I was lost on the streets.

I had dangerous jobs like killing cows. I would cut their heads off and then take their skin off. It was not a pretty sight. It was an experience I will never forget. I would earn just enough to eat, even though some days I would not eat.

I was exposed to death in everything that I did. I also had problems with depression because I knew that no one would give their life for me. The main problem for me at that time of my life was that I was so close to committing suicide by jumping in front of a moving car. However, I thank God because he gave me the strength to keep on moving forward.

Today I am alive because of the grace of God. When I accepted Jesus into my heart, my life changed. He showed me how to live life through him. My point is that it does not matter who is with you, it does not matter how many bad things have happened to you, if you have done something bad it is your turn to ask God to forgive you and show you how to live a life with him, the only true source of happiness.

Your life will be real and I invite you to give your problems to Jesus.

Brother, if Jesus came to die for us on Earth, it was not so that we could suffer. He has a purpose for each and every one of us. Believe me, everyone has a marvelous place in Heaven - but stop thinking about yourself. Help people that need it, give your love to other people.

God bless you, Amen!

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We are not up to budget, and travelling with 14 people is very expensive. We need an investment from Christian people for our next evangelism tour to the Midwest. To support us or make a once off donation, please visit our page, Contemplating SUPPORTING something significant?

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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.

Yordy, one clever tricker

Vida sin sentido.

Desde que tenía 8 años tenía malos pensamientos por causa de las personas de mí alrededor, yo pensaba que la vida no significaba nada, pensaba que los amigos no existían, porque los que tenía me llenaban la cabeza de malos pensamientos, me decían como hacer cosas malas. Cuando alguien llegaba y me quería ayudar yo siempre trataba de agredir su vida, no tenía confianza en nadie.

Mi familia me daba la espalda, Nunca tuve el amor que un niño a esa edad debía tener, todo lo que iba pasando cada día me afectaba más y más, lloraba con rencor hacia todas las personas más mi familia y los que decían ser mis amigos se reían de mí, al ver lo que me pasaba.

Tenía como 8 o 9 años y estaba viviendo en la calle, fumaba marihuana desde que era un niño, solía robar a las personas con un ex amigo, estaba perdido en las calles.

Tuve trabajos muy peligrosos como matar vacas yo les cortaba la cabeza para después quitarle todo era muy feo, una experiencia inolvidable, ganaba lo suficiente para comer, aunque a veces no comía.

Estaba expuesto a la muerte en todo lo que hacía, también tenía problemas de depresión al saber que nadie daba la vida por mí, la mayor parte del tiempo de mi vida estuve cerca de cometer auto suicidio pero le agradezco mucho a dios porque él me dio las fuerzas para seguir adelante.

Hoy en día estoy vivo por la gracia de dios, cuando lo acepte en mi corazón mi vida se volvió diferente, me enseno a gozar la vida, mi punto de este tema es que no importa quien este contigo, no importa cuántas cosas malas que te han pasado en la vida, si has hecho algo malo es tu turno para pedirle a dios que te perdone y te haga gozar y sentir que solo con el eres realmente feliz tu vida será muy real te invito a que entregues tus problemas a Jesús. Hermano si Jesús vino a morir a la tierra por nosotros, no fue para que sufriéramos él tiene un propósito para cada uno de nosotros y créanme todos tenemos un lugar maravilloso en el cielo pero deja de pensar en ti, más bien ayuda a las personas que lo necesitan dale amor a tu prójimo Dios te bendiga. AMEN

POST by ERICSON: Deep Thinking

Ericson

I didn’t like listening to my friends’ problems, so I always asked them what they wanted to do when they grew up. Whenever I listened to their problems I always had problems after. One of my friends was the smart one, the other one was spoilt, but I was the one that was ignored the most because I went to Church.

One day I went to visit my friends and found them both naked, so I went away from them and later met up with them. I asked them what they wanted for their future? They both replied “I don’t know.” Then I asked them if they were happy. They answered “no.” We began to think about our lives and I decided I wanted to be a chef and a servant of God.

So first I give thanks to God as I am serving him and my friends are too. Now my uncle is also giving me an opportunity to be a cook.

Sometimes my friends and I meet up at night to watch the stars, now that we are all together again. We say how beautiful it is that God gave us what we needed in the World and we didn’t get lost. Now I am blessed with victory.

I have suffered a lot in my childhood, but God was always with me and God always kept me on the right path. A lot of times I felt how good it is to be serving in this world and not falling into depression. It is always good to know that there is someone by my side.

Some people ask themselves what they want to be when they grow older, and some people try to commit suicide. But God told me through the Bible “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” He told me that he has a home a LOT bigger for me in Heaven. That made me really happy. Now God controls where I go.

Thanks for reading about my thoughts and life. 

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ISTORIA de  MIVIDA  .

ERICSON ARIEL OROSCO GUTIERREZ

TITULO:VISIONNES 

Yo era un nino que pensaba  que  sere cuando cea grande  uno lo primero que piensa  por que no tengo hoportunidaes por que sienpre que asia esaspreguntas avian problemas con mis amigos  sienpre yo ablaba con ellos de esos problemas que ami no megustaban por que abeses avanpreoblemas y eso traia problemas pami por que el otro era muy en telijente por que el otro le davan todo lo que el queria y el otro el mimado  pero yo el mas rechasado por que iba ala IGLESA  Para eyos yo era el mas rechasado pero un dia yo  fuidon de eyos y en con tre a uno des nudo y el otro tanvien  pero yo me aleje de eyos y des pues yo mereuni y les dije que piensas de tu futuro y barrios merepondieron nose por que  y ellos medijeron por que nos aces esa pregunta  sienpre por  nose miremonos y digan kien es feliz y todos dijeron  llono y mepuce atener  emajnasiones de mi vida y dije quiero cer un cosinero y un cervidor de dios primero y gracias a DIOS que le estoy sirvendo aorita y kiero ceguir asiendolo y mis amigos aora  tanvien le siben al creador ganando almas cantando  coros innos para nuestro cenor  y aora mi tio me esta dando una beca para cosina y a hora nos ponemos aber las estrellas con mis amigos cadabes que estamos junto y de cimos que ermoso lo que Dios iso por nosotros Dios mesaco de un mundo de perdicion y a ora estoy vendecido prosperdo y en vitoria  sucrifri muncho en mi nines pero dios sienpre estaba con migo y dios sienpre guiaba mis pasos llore muncho pensando que vine aser uno este mundo y caia en deprecion pero al guien estaba amilado y no medaba cuenta asta uno ciente que se kiere matar asendoce esa pregunta pero DIOS mediojo por la biblia  yo  soy el acamino la berdad y vida nade viene al padre si no es por mi y medijo yo tengo un ogar mas aya en el cielo y eso me iso centir feliz aora DIOS meguia donde boy  gracias por es leer  mi visiones de nino

POST by ERICSON: Testimony

Ericson, in His Room at Capital on the Edge

I am from Nicaragua, a very poor country (in Central America).

The story of my life begins like this. I was born into a hardworking family. Our family was poor and humble.

One day my Dad went to work in Costa Rica. When children are little, they do not know how life will unfold. I was five years old at the time. My mum was waiting for my dad to send us money but the money never came. That’s when I started working for other people.

On top of working, I realised that my family had many problems. My family too began to worry, because of all our problems. All of my brothers ended up going to work. I worked at a famous market in Nicaragua, the Mercado Oriental Monte Negro.

I decided to work so that at least I could provide food for my family. But I realised my earnings were not enough. My mum told me not to work and so with time, I stopped working.

One day I noticed that my older sister was getting an attack of epilepsy and I asked my mum “What is happening to my older sister?” She did not respond to me and I was scared so I started to cry.

The next day, I asked my mum again about what was happening to my sister. She told me that my sister was experiencing an attack of epilepsy, and then she started crying because she did not have money to by medicine for her.

I woke up the next day and my mum asked my “Where are you going so early in the morning? It’s only 4am!” I replied “Mum, I am going to work.” Then she asked me “where?”  I told her that I was going to work in the market. “Why?” Mum, you said that you did not have money so I am going to go work and bring some money home.

She thought that I was lying but she let me go anyway. I worked when I was seven until I was ten. One day in that market a man asked me “Do you know where the lady that makes blankets is?” I told him that I did know and he said to me, “I will give you one hundred cords (a little over $4) if you take me to her.

I agreed because I used to earn that much money in one week and I went with him. He asked me if it was far away and I replied that it was and so he suggested that we could go in his car and I agreed.

In that time he said to me “This will be the last time that you ever see the light of day” I asked him “Why?” He told me “Because we are going to sell your organs.” I do not know where I got the strength from but I fought with the man and jumped out of the car and started running.

When I got home I did not leave the house for three months. After ten days, a man came to our house and he had gifts. I was wondering, “who is that man?” My mum eventually told me “that’s your father.” At that moment I went running. I was mad because I thought he bought me a gift so that I would forgive him. I started thinking “where was he when my mum and brothers were suffering? Where was he when we almost lost my mum’s farm? Where was he when my older sister got an attack of epilepsy? I am never going to forgive him because I have suffered so much.”

As time passed, I started to trust my father and our family became pretty normal. One day my Mum said that she was going to go to her farm to take care of it, but I said “no Mum, don’t go.” I said, “I will go.” So I went and took care of the farm by myself. I was out there for one whole year. My mum only came to visit me twelve times. She used to come and visit me on the weekend, once per month, every month, at the end of the month.

Ericson Performing with Capital on the Edge, on Nicaraguan Television

I needed to take care of myself that whole time. I would plant fruits, take care of the cows and sell wood. That’s how I survived. One day I saw in the news that a man had been killed on a farm right behind where my mum’s farm was. My family did not know about it.

One night at 1am, I heard a sound and a bunch of voices. I started to pray. Then the voices went away. The next day all of our dogs were dead. One of my neighbours said that people had come and shot the dogs. He knew this because when the voices came he went outside to see who was there and he had seen what was going on. He didn’t see them very well though.

On another day, whilst I was still on the farm, I heard lots of shooting and thought that people must have been having a fight. I didn’t know who was shooting. I couldn’t see anyone.

Two days later and I went to Managua. Someone kept telling me that something had happened. My father was at work and had been shot in the leg. My Dad was a security guard and I told my Dad “I’m going to go in your place.” I worked in my Dad’s place for 2 months until my Dad’s leg healed.

A brother of mine was put into prison for 3 years. My older brother trained to be a pastor at university, so that he could preach the Gospel.

My Dad took care of the farms and took care of his parents, because they were very sick. Then I had to start working again in the market. At this time I suffered, because my brother was in jail.

I worked to give money to my older brother, so that he could complete his qualifications at university. I always have given money to my Mum and continue to do so. After finishing work I would cooked for everybody else in my family. Everyone would get home very late and so I cooked dinner every night for 3 years.

Thank God, because he has changed my life.

I have been practicing breakdancing for 3 years and now I am helping Capital on the Edge.

My family now has a lot of blessings. We are all Christians.

I didn’t have a fun childhood, because I had to work, but I am proud, because I wanted to kill myself when I was taking care of my mother’s farm, but I didn’t do it because I knew that God had a purpose for me. So I resisted. Now my family and I are blessed.

God opened the doors for me. 

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Ericson and Jonny, Working on their Studies

un dia en la noche como alas 1am  escuche un ruido y un monton de voces y  yo solo co mense a orar y des pues se fueron y al dia siguiente amanecieron muertos todos los peros y u vecino que le dieron un tiro por que el salio a esaora praber kien andava a esa ora y segui un tienpo mas y des pues un dia yo decia en mi mente a alguien le dieron un tiro pero noce kien es y pase un dos dias asi u mefui a la capita y solo algo medecia que avia pasado algo y al que le avian dado un tiro a mi papa en una pierna y el era vijilante y yo ledije papa yo boy a ir por ustep y pase dos meces trabajando como viji lante en la noche en una en presa asta que el serecupero de la piena y de pues un er mano mia cae preso por tres anos  mi otro ermano mayor estaba en el intituto biblico para cer un pasator para predicar el ebajelio y otro en la uni bersidad y mi papa cuidando las fincas y asus padre por que estaban muy en fermos y otrabes comenso mi es clavitup y yo comense a trabajar otrbes en el Mercado y en todo eses tienpo yo sufri en toda mi vida pasada por que a mi ermano que estaba preso le pasaba dinero cemanal ami er mano pastor le dava una ayuda para que ter minara su curso de 5 anos ami ermano de la unibercidad tan vien y ami mama sienpre le edado dinero y en todo ese tienpo ami ernano pastor des pues de trabajar yo tenia que cosinarle a el porque yegaba muy noche diario port res anos metoco eso gracias a Dios que a canviado mi mvida tengo tres anos se praticar break dance  y ando apoyando esta obra micionera y mi famila es muy abuntante en bendiciones por que todos somos salbos por que tenemos a cristo en nuestro Corazon  y en mi paiz no exciste nines pero estoy orguyoso por que yo kise asta colgarme de un mecate cuando cuidaba la finca y no lo ise por que yo savia que Dios tenia un propocito para mi y yo resisti y aora mi familia y yo bendecida prosperada y en Vitoria talve suno dice abeseces que estamos asiendo en este mundo asta que terminamos en dexescion y nu estro auto estima se baja eso me paso amia y yo serre esos malos pensamientos y dios me abrio sus puertas  gracia por aber leido mi istoria primera mente Dios ante todo.  

Ericson at the Beach, with Capital on the Edge