POST by ELIEZER: Mi Tia

Eliezer of Capital on the Edge

Hello my name is Eliezer. Today I am going to share with you about a person who is very important to me.

My aunt is 30 years old. She has three kids. Two of her children had a father that was very aggressive with them and my aunt. He would hit her and treat them very badly. At times he would tell her to leave the house or sleep on the floor. She was not happy with her life in this condition.

The man married to my aunt had a massive problem with drugs and alcohol consumption. Because of his addictions, he would get mad at everything and over everything. He would treat my aunt and their kids badly, especially when she would ask him for bill and grocery money, because he never had any money – he always wasted it on drugs.

They never had food at their house and so my aunt had to go and ask her neighbors for a little bit of food, so that her kids would eat, but there was never enough for her. She would cry because she could not afford the life that she had.

When the father of my aunt´s kids would go out, my aunt would look for a job to do, so that she could take care of her kids and earn a little bit of money for food. She would wash clothes by hand. The clothes that she washed were not her own, they were the clothes of other people. She would do it even though her husband did not realise she was doing it.

Her husband was a very jealous man and one day, at their house, he found clothes that belonged to another man. He punched her in the face and left her eyes bruised and swollen. He also pulled her hair. It was like he was going to kill her because he was so furious.

Our family found out and we decided that we´d go and rescue her from the man. We formed a group consisting of members from our family.

We went to the house and saw that she was sick and had bruises. We begged her to leave with us but she was scared of that man. With our help she decided to escape from him and to take her two kids with her, but the man did not want to let them go.

We could only take one kid with us and the other one stayed with his father. My aunt was living at my grandmother´s house. She was happier without that man.

The man is now in jail and the other son that stayed with him is in a gang that is always on the streets. The son is in a terrible state because of the bad influence his father was on him, but my aunt has hope that he will soon leave the bad parts of his life behind him and get on with his life.

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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. 

Eliezer with his little sister

Hola mi nombre es Eliezer

Les vengo a contar de una persona muí importante para my

My tía tiene 30 años de edad tiene 3 hijos 2de ellos tenía un padre que era muí agresivo con ellos i con mi tía, la golpeaba le daba mucho maltrato la Coria de la casa o la ponía a dormir en el piso ella era muí infeliz con esa vida.

El tenia un problema con las drogas y con el licor se enojaba de todo el maltrataba a ella y a sus hijos cuando mi tía le pedía dinero porque el selo gastaba todo en drogas.

En la casa nunca avía comida y mi tía tenía que ir donde los vecinos a pedir un poco de comida para sus hijos aunque ella no comiera, ella lloraba no soportaba esa vida que tenia.

Cuando el salía mi tía buscaba como hacer algún trabajo en la casa el cual pudiera cuidar a sus hijos i conseguir un poco de dinero para la comida, ella lavaba a mano ropa de otras personas i así lo hacía sin que él se diera cuenta .

El era muí celoso y un día encontró en la casa una ropa de hombre que no era de él le pego en los ojos i se los dejo hinchados la arrastro de el pelo la amenazo que la iba a matar el estaba muy furioso.

En mi familia nos dimos cuenta de todo y decidimos ir a rescatarla de ese hombre reunimos a un grupo de familiares. Llegamos a la casa y ella estaba muy enferma i golpeada, le rogamos que se fuera con nosotros pero ella tenía miedo de ese hombre pero con el apoyo de nosotros decidió escapar de él y llevarse a sus 2 hijos pero el hombre no los quería dejar ir solo pudimos quitarle a uno el otro se quedo con él.

Mi tía está viviendo en casa de mi abuela ella es más feliz sin ese hombre.

El hombre está en la cárcel el hijo de mi tía esta en pandeas callejeras por las malas influencia de su papa pero mi tía tiene la esperanza que él se alejara de las cosas malas.

Gracias por leer mi historia espero les allá gustado.

EL FIN.

POST by JONNY: The Ones that Got Away

Jonny of Capital on the Edge, in San Francisco...

Hello my name is JOHNNY

My story is about my family.

When I was 13 years old, myself, my brothers and sisters all studied at the same school as my cousins. My cousins’ names were RICARDO and CHEPE. However, my cousins never hung out with us and my siblings and I wondered why this was. Why didn’t they want to spend time with us, especially as we were family.

One day my siblings and I went down to where my cousins were and asked them why they wouldn’t speak with us. They told us it was because they had many enemies at the school and if their enemies saw them associating with us, they would kill us. In addition to that, they told us not to tell anyone that our families were connected. They didn’t want the people around who were bad to hurt us. They were protecting us.

Another day, in the house in which we lived, we had a party. And as we looked out to the street, we saw about 20 men walking along, and amongst them we saw our cousins. All of the fellows were carrying guns and machetes in their hands.

Within 30 minutes my cousins had passed by our house again, returning to their barrio. Then I saw my friend being carried along by others and my mother (Jonny did not write this as he doesn’t want to put his mother in danger). He had been cut all over his body, by machetes. The person responsible for this terrible act was RICARDO, my cousin.

After five days, some men who lived near me, in my barrio, went to my aunt's house, where my cousins ​​lived. When they arrived outside the house of my aunt, they started shooting their guns at and throwing stones at the house. They shot and almost killed my aunt because my cousins ​​were not at home.

My cousins were incredibly angry that day. Because of what had happened, they went looking for some friends. They travelled in a mob to where the people from my barrio who had attacked their house, lived. On that day, in the evening, a shot rang out.

The next day there was a dead man, but my cousins were nowhere to be seen. The police went to find my cousins, but they were gone. To this day, the Police still look for them. I don’t know where they are. Nobody does. Only one person.  The police still want to find them, so as to prosecute them for the crimes that they have committed.

God bless you for reading my story, thank 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. 

Hola mi nombre es JOHNNY

Mi historia es acerca de mi familia ..

cuando tenia 13 anos mis hermanos y yo trabajamos, y los hijos de la hermana de mi papa tambien estudiaban en el mismo colegio en el cual estudiabamos

lo cual eran 2 uno sella RICARDO y el otro CHEPE

Ellos no se juntaban con nosotros y nosotros mis hermano y yo nos preguntabamos porque ellos no querian estar con nosotros si eramos familia .

Y un dia nosotros fuimo a donde estaban ellos y les preguntamos ue porque no nos ablaban. Y ellos nos dijieron que era porque ellos tenian muchos enemigos en el colegio y que si sus enemigos los miraban con ellos nos podian matar y que mejor nos fueramos y que no le ablaramos de ellos a nadie que eramos familia. Porque ellos no querian que por la culpa de ellos nos isieran algo malo .

Y un dia por la casa en la cual viviamos habia una fiesta . Y como alas 10 pm miramos que por fuera de la casa pasaron como 20 hombre y en eso 20 hombres iban mis primos y ellos cargaban en sus manos pistolas y machete . Y como a los 30 minutos que ellos habian pasado unos chicos venian cargando un cuerpo machetiado casi en pedaso todo el cuerpo y los hombre ablan de que habia sido RICARDO mi primo .

Y a los 5 dias los chicos que vivian por la casa ellos se fueron a casa de mi tia en la cual vivian mis primos . y cuando ellos estaban a fuera de la casa de mi tia todos los hombres comensaron a tirar disparos y piedras y casi matan a mi tia porque mis primos no estaban en la casa .

Y ese mismo dia mis primos muy enojado por lo que habia pasado se fueron a buscar a unos amigos y ellos se fueron adonde las personas que habian llegado a su casa a destruirla . Y ese dia por la noche se escucharon unos disparo ..

Y al dia siguiente habia un muerto y fueron mis primos . Y la policia los persigue pero mis primos desaparecieron pero la policia tadavia los bucan por todo lo que ellos cometieron.

Dios bendiga alas personas que leen esta historia gracias .

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

POST by STIVEY: Sharing From the Heart

Stivey

Hey! I'm Steven, and I’m going to talk about when I was small.  I was living with my parents and a cousin of mine in the house. I thought that my cousin was a good person so I looked up to him and also my family.   My cousin asked if he could sleep in my room, I told him that I did not mind and in time he continued to visit me and started to touch me.

I was very nervous because I thought my cousin was doing the wrong thing, but my cousin continued touching my body. In time he began to caress my body parts and one day I told my brother and he did not believe me, my family said I was crazy.  

I was very nervous because I thought I should not continue to allow him to do this wrong thing to me. I asked God every day for help and then one day my cousin came into my room, but I told him to get out of my room or else I would call my father and he would send him out of the house.

My cousin started laughing at me and said, “my uncle believes me more me than you!” My cousin continued to enter my room, every night.  

One day my father looked into my room (when I was in bed) and noticed that something was wrong. My dad caught my cousin fondling me and my dad said to me, “I'm so sorry for everything” and he was very sorry. 

I ran from the house where my cousin lived.  I thank God he gave me the strength and helped me get away from the abuse, he only touched my body not my soul.  

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Hola soy Steven voy hablar de mi niñez, cuando yo era pequeño, yo estaba viviendo con mis padres y un primo mío en la casa, mi primo él era muy buena persona, así lo miraba yo y mi familia.  A cabo del tiempo, él se metía en mi cuarto a dormir conmigo, yo no le di importancia y entonces el cada noche el empezó a tocarme y yo estaba muy nervio porque yo decía, que raro es mi primo, porque está haciendo esto,  él no dejaba de tocar mi cuerpo.  Así en peso el tocar mi cuerpo, al cabo del tiempo el empezó a acariciar mis partes del cuerpo.  Un día yo le dije a mis hermanos y ellos no me creían a mi entonces ellos me decían, estás loco Steven como él va hacer algo a así, mis padres también creían lo mismo y no me creían lo que me estaba pasando a mí.  Yo estaba muy nervioso porque pensaba que él podía abusar de mí, yo le pedí a dios cada día que me sacara de esta situación, un día mi primo se metió a mi cuarto y yo le dije que se saliera de mi cuarto o llamo a mis padres para que te corran de la casa, entonces él se puso a reír y dijo” mis tíos me creen más a mí que a ti” entonces mi primo no dejaba de llegar cada noche a mi cuarto.  Un día mi padre llega y lo mira en mi cuarto haciendo algo malo, ahí mi papa le dijo “te vi” entonces mi primo le dice a mi papa lo siento mucho tío por todo lo que hice,  entonces mi papa lo corrió de la casa y  a si el ya no siguió molestándome.  Le doy gracias a dios por eso, dios me ayudo para que el no siguiera abusando de mí solo llego a tocar mi cuerpo no mi alma.