POST by STIVEY: Misguided Melvin

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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…

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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