POST by RENE: Testimony

This is the small story of my life, starting when I was a baby.

When I was two years old I was given away like a dog to a family that was very humble, but poor. Why? My parents were drug addicts and they only liked money for drugs. Since I couldn’t take care of myself and give myself love, my parents – instead of giving love to me, gave their love to drugs.

Since I was so small, I was happy with my adopted family. I didn’t know who my real family was, but I was happy – I didn’t care. I only wanted to play, eat and when I looked at them, they had a smile that was really pretty. It was like a light from the sky. They were such a nice couple, and made my life happy. They gave me love and I passed pre-school in a very humble school and I liked it very much. I don’t know why, but I liked it.

When I turned 10 my adoptive parents told me the truth, that they weren’t my parents of blood and so I said to them “who are you?” They explained everything to me. I went running from my house, not knowing where to go. I asked myself “Where are my parents?” I was on the streets for 10 days. I slept on cardboard and the rain fell on me. I stole fruit to eat.

I slept near a casino that was close to house my house and it was like a nightclub. There were prostitutes and they would pass by looking at me weirdly. They asked me where I was from, but I didn’t tell them anything. My parents were really worried and wanted to find me. They would cry and cry. They would pray a lot so that I would go back home.

One day a prostitute came to me and gave me a plate of food and 20 cordobas and said to me “I miss my son.” I asked her “Why?” She replied “Because I gave him away.” It made me think and I started to cry. I hugged the prostitute tight in that momento. And then she told me that her son was 13 years old when she gave him away. My dream of finding my parents faded. The prostitute hugged me and told me to go home because my parents were waiting for me. My heart felt lighter.

I ran home. I knocked on the door and my Dad cameo out. They held me very tightly and my heart spoke to me and said “do not keep looking. Your parents are very close to you even though you don’t know it.” Even though they were not my blood-related parents, they gave me a home and love, and were very nice to me. Even they are poor, they have BIG hearts of lions. With God next to you, the Nicaraguans say “Money doesn’t matter, and fame doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important is to have God in your heart.”

This story will be continued…

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