POST by MYRON: Look How Far I've Come

Myron at Niagara Falls, with Canada in the background

Five years ago, everything at home was very different. My dad would drink a lot of alcohol, a lot! He used to drink almost every day. My father would only cause destruction in the life of my mother and my siblings.

We were forced to go and sleep at my grandmother’s house. My grandmother was very loving and kind to me, because I was the youngest out of my siblings.

The years passed by and I was growing. My dad was starting to stop drinking, and me and my brothers and my aunt would always go to church. We learnt a lot about the Bible. I was eleven years old and I grew close to God in my heart.

My older brother started to drink a lot of alcohol, and he became a gangster. My mother was working and so was my dad, and I was going to school like other kids in my community. On my birthday we went out to eat and to go and see some cool places. My mum was very proud of me, and my dad was too.

Months went by and I met the Brien family and their group. I now am a part of the Nicavangelists dance crew, and that’s why I’m here in America. I am proud to tell you my stories. This is all I have today, thanks for reading.

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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Myron dressed up as a demon for CREATED at Wellspring Family Life Church in Syracuse, New York

Bueno hase como 5 anos atras todo en mi casa era muy diferente mi papa bebia alcol mucho mucho bueno eso era casi todo los dias bueno no le pegaba solo discutian mi mama con mi y mis hermanos nos ibamos a dormir donde mi abuela mi abuela era muy carinosa com mi porque yo era el mas menor de mis hermanos bueno pasaban los anos y yo cresia mas y my papa iba mas dejando el alcolismo y yo y mis hermanos y my tia ibamos ala iglesia siempre ibamos aprender mas de la biblia yo tenia 11 anos yo asecte a dios en mi corazon y my hermano mayor bebia alcol mucho bueno ya era de una pandia mi mama estaba en el trabajo y my papa tanbien y yo estaba en la escuela como todo nino estudia bueno era mi cunpleanos salimos a comer y a barios lugares bueno y mi mama estaba muy horguyosa de mi y mi papa tanbien bueno pasaron meses y pude conoser ala familia brien y un grupo que haora por eso estoy aquí horguyoso de estarle contandole esta historia a hustedes bueno es todo lo que les cuento a ustedes grasias por hoirme.

POST by ERICSON: Disobedience and Death

Ericson and Jose, cooking up a storm in the Ohio Valley

This story is about Jose and was written by Ericson.

Rodrigo and I meet in school and we were really good friends, inseparable.

I studied with him all through primary (elementary) school and we grew up together like brothers. We looked after each other.

One day I went to his house to hang out for the whole day and mess around and have fun. We were playing together when we saw his mum faint. She had passed out on account of concerns that were troubling her. She shared these feelings with her son, but Rodrigo ignored his mother.

Rodrigo’s girlfriend came over later, inviting him to go with her to the beach. Of course he wanted to go and so he agreed to the plans.

We were both 10th grade high school students. One average Friday, Rodrigo told all of his classmates that he was going to the beach with his girlfriend and he explained that his mum didn’t want him to go because of the feelings she’d earlier. But he didn’t care and so the next day he went to the beach.

He was at the beach with his girlfriend and her family and her friends. They lit a bonfire in the evening and after they started to drink alcohol. He decided to go swimming in the surf, so he told his girlfriend to go with him and both of them went in. They were already out quite a way when he told his girlfriend that he was going to go in deeper.

When he had swum out to where the waves were breaking, a big wave overcame him and smashed him into some rocks. He didn’t come out.

Rodrigo’s girlfriend’s family had the difficult task of explaining to Rodrigo’s mother that he went into the water but never came out. Twenty four hours later, his body was found floating in the water, completely destroyed. His face was deformed, his body beaten and his eyes were no longer in his body. They took Rodrigo’s body to his mother.

The family held a funeral for his body and his mother told everyone, “He didn’t obey me.” His poor mother was brokenhearted along with the rest of his family.

This horrible tragedy occurred because Rodrigo didn’t obey the Bible, which tells us to honour our father and mother and our days on Earth will be long and prosperous.

Ericson and Jose

  

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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rodrigo y yo nos conocimos en  el colejio  y  eramos muy buenos amigos  inseparables y unidos

yo estuve con el estudiando toda la primaria y crecimos juntos heramos   como hermanos  y nos cuidadamos uno a otros

un dia yo fui a su casa a pasar todo el dia con el para  y divertinos  estaba jugando con el y de pronto vimos a su mama que se desmayo  por que a via tenido un precentimiento y ledijo a su hijo y pero rodrigo  la hinnoro a su madre y de pronto llego  su novia y lo hinvito  para que fueran al mar y el le dijo que si

ya estabamos en cuarton ano de la segundaria y un dia normal a todos era un viernes y los dijo a todos los conpaneros de clase que iba a ir al mar consu novia y el dijo que su mama no lo queria dejar ir por un precentimiento y fue  el dia siguiente y se fue al mar

es taba en la playa con la familia de la novia y a migos y el en sendieron una fogata el y des pues comenso a tomar al col y el ebrio se desidio meterse al mar y le dijo a su novia que lo a conpanara y los dos se fueron y cuando esava en el agua el le dijo a su nonovia que y ba a meterse mas a demtro del mar y cuando estaba dentro de pronto lo golpio una ola muy grande y lo tiro donde estaba unas rocas y no selio  y la familia de la novia le dijeron que rodrigo se metio al mar y no salio  y paso 24 oras y el cuerpo salio a flote salio de truido la cara de formada el cuerpo con mun chos golpes y el cuerpo tenian los ojos  lo llevaron donde su madre el cuerpo

y comenxaron velar el cuerpo y su madre le dijo a todos porque no me hisocaso  y su madre kedo dextrosada y toda su familia 

todo por una dexovediensia  la biblia nos dice onra a tu padre y a tu madre y los dias el la tierra seran mas largos y placenteros . 

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 JONNY: Listen Ear!!!!!!

Myron at the airport for his FIRST evangelism tour

When Myron was 3 years old, he lived in a suburb that is very poor. His house was made very poorly, out of plastic. The biggest problem in Myron’s home was that his mum suffered a lot of physical abuse, daily, by her husband.

One of Myron’s neighbors saw these problems that happened daily in Myron's small home. Their neighbor went over to Myron’s house and addressed the problem. "Why do you let your husband beat you and treat you that way? You have a son who constantly sees everything that your husband does to you and he keeps it in his head and will remember everything." the neighbour said.

Myron’s mum replied, "You know, thank you for coming and asking me, but I think it would be better if you leave my house because my husband could come home and look for more problems with you, please don't come asking anything else, thank you.”

The days went by and the abuse to Myron’s mother continued and more people saw what was happening in their small home. Little Myron heard the cries of his mother and saw her pain every time his dad was home.

One day his dad received a call from a woman who lived in the neighbouring country called Costa Rica, and so he left and went to that land.

Later, after Myron's dad left Nicaragua, everything changed in their small home. One day, the person who had been watching the problems in Myron’s home began to visit again asking if he could help with any economic needs. Myron’s mum accepted his help, and he helped in any way he could.

It was just a few days later that Myron's mum began to like this man who would help her, assisting the family in coming out of the dark and out of a bad life, which Myron's biological Dad had established.

A week had gone by and Myron’s house had begun to change. One of the things that had changed was that Myron’s mum had a new relationship with the man that had helped them in their darkest moments.

Three months later Myron's biological Dad decided to come back to his home in Nicaragua. When he came back he went to his mother’s house, and when he was at his house, all of his extended family told him that his wife had a new husband.

Myron's Dad became really angry and left the house and went to a bar and got very drunk. After a while of being drunk he let himself go to the place where he had lived with Mryon's mother in the past. When he arrived at the house he saw Myron's mum and asked her if they could talk.

“Can we talk for a bit about what has happened here while I have been gone?" he asked. She replied, "I'm sorry, but you have no reason to be here anymore, because I have a new life with my son and my new husband. Do me a favour and leave my house right now."

Myron's Dad became enraged and he started to hit her a lot, so much that she almost fainted. When he saw what he had done to her he left her house.

Myron’s new Dad wasn’t home because he was working, but he received a call from someone who explained that his wife's ex-husband had come back from Costa Rica and he had gone to their house and had beaten his wife. Myron’s new Dad immediately went to his boss and asked for permission to leave, explaining to him what had just transpired at his house.

When Myron’s new Dad got to his house, he saw his wife on the ground covered in blood. He picked her up and put her into bed. He left the house really mad!

After looking around a lot of places he went to this one liquor store and there he found his wife's ex-husband. When he saw him, he got out his machete and attempted to enter the store, but the owners of the establishment wouldn't allow him to enter with the machete.  And so he asked them if he could go in without the machete, and they agreed, so he went on in.

He sat next to Myron's biological Dad and they started to talk, in a way that was more like a fight, and then they started to shout and after that they started a fist fight and they both fell to the ground and some bear bottles broke on their descent. Myron's biological Dad grabbed a broken bottle and he cut the new Dad's ear off. When he saw all the blood that had started to flow out, he left the store and ran away and no one to this day has found him.

A month went by and Myron's new Dad recovered from the fight and his mother became well also. They heard good news from some people that wanted to help them build a new house because their old house was falling apart on account of poor construction and materials. And so the people helped them build their new house.

After 2 months their house was in a better condition and thanks to God their family were going to have a better life.

Thank you for reading this interesting story. God Bless!

Myron (center), playing a demon in CREATED

  

Cuando mairon tenia la edad de 3 anos el vivia en un barrio muy umil y la vivienda en la cual MAIRON vivia era muy umilde ya que vivian en una casita de palstico y . pero el problemas mas grande es que la mama de mairon sufria mucho maltrato a diario por el marido, y uno de los becinos de al rededor miraba a diario los problemas que ocurian en la casa de MAIRON  y un dia que el miro a la mama de MAIRON sola en su casa el se dirijio a su casa y el le pregunto . Porque dejas que tu marido te pegue y te maltrate de esa manera si tienen un ijo el cual esta consternado de mirar lo que tu marido te hace ? Ella respondio save muchas gracias por benir pero mejor ballase de mi casa porque mi marido puede benir y puede buscar problemas con usted y porfavor no buelba a benir a preguntar nadapor favor gracias .

Luego de muchos dias los maltratos seguin hacia la mama de MAIRON y muchas personas miraban lo que susedia en el ogar . y el pequeno MAIRON solo se escuchaba llorar y lamentarse cadaves que el papa estaba en su casa .

Un dia el papa de MAIRON  resivio una llamada de una mujer la cual vivia en el pais becino Costa Rica y el papa de MAIRON decidio irce al pais besino Costa Rica .

Luego de que el papa de MAIRON se marchara de el pais todo canbio en el ogar y habia una persona que siempre estaba mirando los problemas que susdian en el ogar , un dia esa persona comenso a ir a la casa de MAIRON  para preguntar en que podia ayudarle en lo economico o en lo material . y la mama de MAIRON asecto la ayuda del obre umilde que trataba de ayudarles . y luego de 3 dias la mama de MAIRON se encarino de el hombre que la ayudo a salir de la oscuridad y de la mala vida que el papa de  MAIRON le habia dado .

Luego de 1 semana todo comenso a tener canbios en el ogar el cual parecia guerra a diario  y  uno de los canbio fue que la  mama de MAIRON tenia una nueva relacion con el hombre que la ayudo a salir de la terible oscuridad .

Despues de 3 meces el papa de MAIRON tomo la desicion de regresar a su ogar en  NICARAGUA  . Cuando el regreso a NICARAGUA el se dirijio al ogar de su mama . y cuando el estaba en su casa toda la familia de el le dijo de que su mujer tenia otro marido , y el papa de MAIRON se puso muy enojado y se fue de la casa de su mama a tomar alchol . Y despues de mucho timpo de estar tomando se dirijio a la casa la cual era su ogar en el pasado . Cuando el yego a su ogar el cual era en el pasado encontro a la mama de MAIRON y el le pregunto . Eba podemos hablar un poco de las cosas que an susedido en este tiempo que no he estado aqui ? Y ella le respondio . losiento pero tu ya no tienes que hacer nada por aqui porque tengo una nueva vida yo y mi hijo y mi nuevo marido . Y asme el favor y bete de mi casa ahorita . Y el papa de Mairon se puso muy enojado por lo que Eba le habia dicho y el comenso a golpearla mucho asta casi desmayarla y cuando el miro que Eba estaba muy mal el se fue uyendo de la casa .

El  padrastro de Mairon no se encontraba en el ogar porque estaba trabajando pero el resibio una llamada de una persona y le dijo de que el maridi de Eba habia regresado de Costa Rica y que habia yegado y golpeado a su esposa . El pidio inmediatamente permiso en su trabajo para poder ir a ver lo que habia susedido en su ogar . Cuando el yego ha la casa miro a su esposa tirada en el piso y sangrando y el la lebanto y la puso en la cama y salio de la casa con un machete muy enojado .

Luego de buscar por muchos lugares yego a un lugar que bendian alchol y hay estaba el ex marido de Eba y cuando el lo miro el saco el machete y queria entrar al lugar . pero los duenos de el lugar no lo dejaron entrar con el machete y el les dijo que si podia entrar sin el machete y las personas le dijieron que si , y el dentro . Luego de entrar el se sento a la par de el papa de Mairon y comenso a tener una platica muy fuerte y derepente comensaron a gritar y luego de eso ellos comensaron a golpearce y calleron al suelo y unas botellas se ronpieron y el papa de Mairon agarro un tro de botella y le corto la oreja al padrastro de Mairon y cuando el miro que esta sangrando mucho el padrastro de Mairon el inmediatamente uyu de el lugar y nadie sabe en donde se encuentra.

Luego de transcurrir 1 mes el padrasto de Mairon habia tenido una muy buena recuperacion y al igual Eba y ellos recibieron una muy buena noticia de unas personas que querian ayudarle a construir su casa ya que la casa se estaba callendo porque no tenia un buen material . y esas personas le dieron una ayuda para que la construyeran .

Despues de 2 meces el ogar de eba habia tenido un poco de mejora . y gracias a Dios la familia de Eba a tenido una mejor vida .

Gracias por leer esta historia Dios los Bendiga .

DEMESTIC ABUSE

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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/Francesca and edited by Jed.

POST by ORLANDO: Vida de Mi Padre

Orlando taking the wheel, on a Capital on the Edge trek to Wisconsin

I want to tell you about the life of a restored father.

My name is Orlando and I want to tell you about how my dad’s life has changed. My father’s name is Marvin and he is from Masaya, Nicaragua. He was born in 1968. He has suffered and had a lot of really hard times in his life.

My dad is the only man in his family, apart from his father. He has worked since the age of 8 years old. He worked hard because his parents made him work - he was the only male! He suffered horribly, being treated poorly. Often times, his parents would tell him to leave the house because they used a lot of drugs and drank alcohol until they were drunk.

At the age of 16, the military grabbed him because of problems in Nicaragua. That’s where he learnt to fix cars that had been in accidents and paint them. But even there he suffered through the pain of hunger, because he was not able to leave that place.

A long time later he was able to leave the military and then he decided to look for a job. However, Nicaragua does not have a lot of jobs available (80% unemployment) and if you get a job, it most likely won’t pay a lot of money.

Because of that, my dad decided to try travelling to Guatamala, a country close to Nicaragua. There he found an uncle who had the same job as my father. He was there for just a few years and then decided to immigrate back to Nicaragua.

At the age 26, my father decided to study and that’s when he met my mum. After a while they were married and then my mum became pregnant. When my brother was just 1 ½ years old I was born.

Approximately 5 years later my dad became an alcoholic because of the bad examples that his parents had been. He started hitting my brother and I, and my mum would almost always be crying because he was very offensive. His main struggles were drugs, alcohol and womanising.

Often times he would be lost on the streets vomiting from the alcohol, but I would go and yell at him "Dad stop it!!!" I would say in my mind "God help him! Give him strength and let him understand!"

Thanks to God, I used a lot of people to try and help me, help my dad. It took about 12 years for him to change, but thanks to God, He touched his heart and he’s now a changed man.

My dad then sent me to a Christian school and the Lord truly was helping us. The teachers were Christian people. They told us that our parents should be going to the same church that the teachers of the school attended.

My dad would help out and go to church, so that he could see even greater changes in his life, and give his testimony so as to encourage others, showing that God had changed his life in a marvelous way.

Now, thanks to God, he is a servant of God. He has started a church with God’s help and now has many members in his church. The change is huge because God walks with my father and my family.

Everyone who truly seeks God will find him. Thank you for your attention and God bless you!

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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.

Getting ready for a rehearsal at Zimmerman Community Church, in Minnesota 

Quiero contarle la vida de un padre restaurado.

Mi nombre es Orlando, quiero decirle el cambio de la vida de mi papa, el llama Marvin él es de Nicaragua, Masaya el nació en 1968 el asido un hombre muy sufrido y ha tenido muchos golpes de la vida.

Él es el único hombre de la familia a parte de su padre, el asido muy trabajador desde la edad de 8 a;o él trabajaba ya que sus padres le exigían el trabajo, ya porque él era el único varón, y el sufría mucho maltrato y muchas veces lo corrían por los mismo padres ya que ellos tenían mucho vicios llamado alcohol y drogas.

Al pasar el tiempo a la edad de 16 año, él fue agarrado por el servicio militar , por diferencias que hay en un país, y el ahí aprendió un oficio que es un trabajo donde el adquiero practica en el trabajo de enderezar y pintar automóvil , pero sin embargo el ahí sufrio mucha hambre y sufrimiento al no salir de ese lugar.

Al salir del servicio militar después de un largo tiempo, el decidió ir a buscar trabajo pero como en Nicaragua es un país donde el trabajo es escaso y es muy poco el dinero al pagar, entonces mi padre toma la decisión de ir a Guatemala un país cercano a Nicaragua y el ahí se encontró con un tío que de igual se desempeñaba en el mismo trabajo que mi papa y así fue como el trabajo unos cuantos años con él y decidió regresarse a Nicaragua.

Ala edad de 26 año el decidió estudiar y conoció a mi mama, se conocieron poco tiempo y se casaron luego salió mi madre embarazada salió mi hermano al 1 año y medio Salí yo. Y al pasar un periodo de 5 año veía en mi padre que él tenía mucho vicio por el mal ejemplo que los padres de él le daba, y veíamos mi hermano y yo que él nos pegaba mucho a mi madre casi siempre la veíamos llorando porque él era muy ofensivo, el problema de él era el alcohol las droga y muy mujeriego.

Muchas veces a él lo daban por perdido por que dormía en las calles vomitado, y varias veces lo veía a él y como todo hijo iba donde él y le decía, Papa ya no más!!!

Solamente decía en mi mente Dios ayúdalo, dale fuerza y entendimiento.

Gracias a Dios uso a muchas personas para el cambio de mi padre fue un periodo bien largo alrededor de 12 año pero gracias a Dios toco el corazón de una persona en ayudar a mi familia Y Principalmente a mi padre y la solución fue en ponerme en un colegio cristiano de ahí el señor ya estaba tratando con nosotros, y los profesores son personas cristianas y nos decía de que los padres tenían que ir a los culto y que era exigido , y de esa forma mi padre le ayudo mucho en ir a los culto para que el cambiara y así dar testimonio que Dios lo cambio .

Ahora gracias a Dios él es un siervo de Dios , esta levantado una iglesia con la ayuda de Dios y de los miembros de la iglesia y el cambio es grandioso porque Dios está con él y con mi familia, y de igual forma con cada uno de las personas que lo busque en verdad Dios estará con el .
　

Gracias por su atención Dios les bendiga.

POST by JONNY: Scary Christmas!!! (ho ho ho GO!)

Jonny at Niagara Falls



Hello my name is Jonny. My story is about a time with my family during Christmas (On the 25th of December of, 2005).

On that day my mum, like we'd do every year, wanted me and my siblings to go and visit our grandmother's house so as to spend some time with our family.

However, my brothers and sister didn't want to go and so they begged our mother to let us stay at home with the supervision of some friends. Mum agreed, and said that she saw no problem with the plan, but warned us to be careful.

Mum explained to me that she thought it best that I go with her and so I happily said "Sure mum." (I'm the youngest child born to my parents)

When I went with my mum to my grandmother's house, everything was fine. No problems to report. However, my mother suddenly received a call from a friend of hers explaining that my brothers and sister were drinking alcohol.

Upon hearing this news my mother and I left immediately. We wasted no time in flagging down a taxi and going to the house where my siblings were, drinking alcohol.

Once we'd arrived at the house where my siblings were, my mum immediately ran in, and when inside, saw a man that was touching my sister inappropriately. My mum flew into a rage, grabbing a stick and hitting the pedophile.

The man became very angry, because my mum had hit him and so he turned his abuse on my mother, hitting her hard. My mum couldn't adequately defend herself because the man was very large.

One of my mum's friends happened to be walking by this house at that very moment and saw the ruckus. He ran inside to assist her. After a lot of pushing and shoving my mum was able to leave the house, the drink and the physical abuse.

My mum's friend was very mad at the man that had hurt my mum.

My mum's friend went and sought out a large group of friends and explained to them all exactly what had happened. His friends also became angry and agreed to go and seek revenge against this man, because of the terrible things that he had done to my mum and sister. The men went as a mob to the man's house and they started to throw rocks at it, until the house was completely destroyed.

Later my mum's friends went to drink alcohol.

My mum's friends thought that the incident had been resolved, but that would have been to easy... The man, whose house had been destroyed, went and found his friends, and they had all decided to find the people who'd destroyed the house and kill them all. However, they couldn't find the men responsible.

But, before long, they found my mum's friend and they got up in his face and stabbed him in the stomach with an iron pole. These cowards left and a friend of my mum told her about the events that had transpired. She went to where her friend was drowning in his own blood. My mum called a taxi and organised for the man to be transported to hospital.

When they were in the car, my mum's friend tried to get out of the taxi and run, but shortly after died.

Jonny with the EVER ADORING little Izzy, in New York

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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 JONNY

Mi historia es aserca de mi familia ..

25 de Dienbre de 2005 . selebracion de la navidad .

Ese dia mi mama como todos los anos queria que fueramos mis hermanos y ella a casa de mi a buela , para pasar un rato en familia .

Pero mis hermano y hermana , dijieron que no querian ir con mi mama . que mejor se quedaria en casa con unos amigos . y mi mama respondio y dijo . que no habia ningun problema . pero que se cuidaran mucho .

Y mi mama me dijo a mi que me fuera con ella , y yo le dije que estaba bien .

Y cuanondo me fui con mi mama a casa de mi abuela todo esta muy bien , ningun problema , pero derepente mi mama resibio una llamada de una amiga de ella y le dijo que mis hermanos y mi hermanan estava tomando alchol .

Y mi mama cuando resivio0 esa noticia me dijo que me fuera con ella de inmediato con ella para lña casa que habia un prole .. y en eso mi mama detubo un taxi y nos fuimo a casa de donde estavan mis hermanos tomando .

Cunado yegamos a la casa de donde estavan mis hermanos . mi mama entro de inmediato a la casa y cuando ella dentro, miro que un hombre estava tocando a mi hermana y mi mama muy enojada de lo que estava mirando tomo un palo y le pego al hombre que estava tocando a mi hermana .

Y el hombre se puso muy enojado porque mi mama le habia pegado y el comenso a pegarle a mi mama . y mi mama no podia defenderce ya que ella es mujer y el hombre era muy grande . pero derepente hiba pasando un amigo de mi mama y el fue a alludarle , y despues de muchos forsejeos mi mama pudo salir de la casa en la que estava el problema .

Y el amigo de mi mama estava muy enojado porque los hobres habian golpeado mucho a mi mama .

Y el amigo de mi mama se fue a buscar a unos amigos .y cuando los reunio les dijo todo el problema que habia pasado y los amigos de el se pusieron muy enojados y todos se pusieron de acuerdo y fueron a casa de el hombre que estaba tocando a mi hermana y habian golpeado a mi amama . e los hombre se dijieron a casa de el hombre y cuando yegaron a casa de el hombre ellos comensaron a tirar piedras asta casa destruir conpleta la casa .

Y luego los amigos de mi mama se fueron a tomar alchol .

Los amigos de mi mama creian que el prolema ya habia terminado , pero no era a si . porque el hombre los andava buscando para matarlos . pero el hombre no los encontrava a los hombres que habian yegado a destruir su casa .

Pero derepente el hombre encontro al amigo de mi mama. y se le aserco y le entero un hiero en su estomago .Y el hombre ullo y desaparecio yuna amiga de mi mama le aviso a mi mama y mi mama se dirijio a donde estava el amido de mi mama , y cuando mi amam yego el amigo de ella estaba ahogandose con su propia sangre por dentro , y mi mama llamo un taxi para que llebar al amigo al hospital .

Cuando iban en el caro el amigo de mi mama fallecio . y el hombre huyo y no volvimos a saber nada de el . 

POST by YORDY: Not Even a Teen, and Running with People so Mean

Yordy, in his barrio with his amigos

One day I went out with my uncle. He is very strange. He has a taste for rock music containing nasty words, which are not good (they are not God’s truth).

On this one occasion, he was already very drunk and the places around that sold alcohol, were closed. We found a friend who had a car, and so we hopped on for a ride. I was eager to sleep as it was about 2am.

We ended up going to someone’s house, but no one was there. We went out in search of alcohol. At the time I liked that kind of stuff because I felt a void in my heart for a very bad thing. I was in love with a girl…

It was a difficult time for me, because I didn’t know God. I wasn’t on a good path, about five or six years ago.

Well we ended up going to a hotel. At the hotel, friends of my uncle had gathered.  I still remember my uncle telling me, “Yordy, please get out of here. We have serious business to attend to!” I said to my uncle, “You're crazy! I'm very drunk and I have no money to eat!”(Yordy is currently 17 years old, and this was 5 or 6 years ago)

But I had time to contemplate and decided to leave because they were more drunk than me. However, I changed my mind 2 minutes later and went back to the hotel and hid in a room. The rooms were very small, but had a window where I could see everything that was going on with my uncle’s business.

My uncle was testing a powerful drug called cocaine. I cried a lot that night. After 2 hours we went to our house in the car with our friend, but I was very worried. If they had cocaine and the Police found us we could be in a lot of trouble, maybe even jail.

I thank God very much. He always cares for us! I ask you to pray for my uncle and his friends. They are still in the drug business. My uncle does not believe in God. In fact, he has a tattoo of the Devil on his legs. But I know that God has a purpose for his life and now he is improving a little, thanks to the work of Jesus. I ask you again to please pray for my uncle. God is making changes in his life and gradually he will change, with your help we can see his life changed. I ask you again, for the third time, to help me pray for my uncle. Thanks to all. 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 deviation from the text is in consultation with the author, to make clear the life events written about.

Yordy performing with Capital on the Edge

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Un día Salí con mi tío, él es muy raro, tiene ciertos gustos para las músicas rock con palabras muy fuertes que no son buenas la verdad. Ese día él estaba muy borracho y todos los lugares donde vendían alcohol estaban cerrados, encontramos a un amigo en un carro, nos subimos en el carro de él y yo estaba con muchas ganas de dormir eran como las 2 de la mañana aun lo recuerdo pero no podía ir a la casa donde vivía no había nadie allí, nosotros salimos en búsqueda de bebidas alcohólicas, en ese tiempo me gustaban ese tipo de cosas porque sentía un vacío en mi corazón por un algo muy malo que una chica me hiso, sin conocer a Dios era muy difícil para mí seguir un buen camino, Esto fue hace cinco o seis años atrás, entonces nos bajamos a u hotel donde se encontraban unos amigos de mi tío, aún me acuerdo que mi tío me dijo esa noche: Yordy, por favor vete de aquí nosotros tenemos negocios muy fuertes y yo le dije: estás loco estoy muy borracho y no tengo nada de dinero para comer, pero después pensé y decidí irme porque ellos estaban más borrachos que yo ese día, entonces me fui pero a los 2 minutos regrese y me escondí ellos estaban en un cuarto muy chiquito pero había una ventana donde podía ver todo, mire hacia donde estaban ellos y estaban probando una droga muy fuerte llamada cocaína, llore mucho esa noche como a las 2 horas salimos para nuestra casa en el carro de él, pero yo estaba muy preocupado ellos llevaban cocaína y si la policía nos encontraba no estuviera escribiendo esto desgraciadamente estuviera en la cárcel aun, doy muchas gracias a dios que él nos cuida siempre, les pido que oren por mi tío y sus amigos ellos aún siguen haciendo este tipo de cosas, mi tío no cree en Dios él tiene tatuajes de la marca del diablo en sus piernas pero yo sé que Dios tiene un propósito para su vida y ahora él está mejorando un poquito gracias a la obra de nuestro padre Jesús, les pido que por favor oren por él, Dios está logrando cambios en su vida y poco a poco va a cambiar, con su ayuda podemos cambiar su vida les pido me ayuden a orar por el gracias a todo. DIOS LOS BENDIGA.