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 BEYCKER: Bloody Murder

Beycker, from Capital on the Edge

When I was just 11 years of age, my classmates used to beat me at school and I was sad. I could not defend myself, but I had a friend who took care of the bad guys for me. He was older than I was, he was 15 years old.

My friend’s name was Cristian, and he was my best friend. I always played with my friend and I was happy that he was my best friend. After four years of friendship Cristian and I were still best friends.

I was 15 years old and my friend, Cristian, was 19, the day I went to visit him in his house. When I arrived, I saw many Police around his house. I asked myself, “What is going on here?” and when I looked inside Cristian’s house I saw a dead person on the floor.

I asked myself “What’s happened here?” I saw the dead person on the floor and became very nervous – there was a dead person lying on the floor of my best friend’s house!

I went looking for my friend, Cristian and found him in a park crying. I asked him, “Cristian! What are you doing here alone in the park in the dark?” I said “Sombody's dead and they’re lying on the floor of your home!”

Cristian sorrowfully cried “I regret what I’ve done, Beycker! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, Beycker, I’m so scared!”

I asked Cristian, “Why are you crying, what's happened?” Crisitan replied “some guys gave me some marijuana so that I could see what it felt like. I then went home and my brother scolded me for using the drug. He was very angry that I had tried marijuana. 

So I left the house and went into the street with other kids who were smoking pot and became very angry with my brother for yelling at me. I grabbed a knife and stabbed him 5 times in his body. I murdered my older brother!”

Cristian looked at me in the eyes and cried. I asked him “Why did you kill your older brother?” Cristian responded. “I killed him! I killed the brother that I loved!”

Whilst we were talking the Police arrived. They tackled Cristian to the ground. They handcuffed him and took him away. As Cristian was leaving he called our to me “Beycker, Beycker, don’t let them take me away! I don't want to be a prisoner!” I was very nervous and because of this I could not do anything to help my friend.

At that moment I remembered back to school when Cristian used to protect me from the guys who would beat me up. I felt bad for not being able to think of anything I could do to help my friend when the police were taking him away.

Cristian killed his brother whilst high on drugs and for that reason he remains in prison, still paying his sentence to this very day.

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Mi nombre es beycker manuel.cuando yo tenia la edad de 11 años en mi escuela mis , amigos me golpeaban y yo me sentía triste, no me podía de fender pero tenia un amigo que me cuidaba de los chicos malos que me golpiaban el mi amigo me de fendia el era mayor que yo tenia 15 años el se ya mava cristian , el era mi mejor amigo , el siempre jugaba con mi amigo y yo estaba feliz de que cristian mi amigo pero ,paso el tiempo y después de 4 años cristian y yo siempre era mos amigos yo ya tenia de edad 15 años y mi amigo cristian 19 años pero llego un momento que fui a buscar ami amigo a su casa pero cuando llege a su casa mire muchos policía alrededor de su casa y yo me pregunte que havia pasado en la casa de cristian y mire en la casa de mi amigo una persona muerta en el suelo y me pregunt que havia pasado pero yo no savia y me sentí muy nervioso al ver una persona muerta en la casa de mi amigo ,pero luego yo fui a buscar a a mi amigo cristian y lo encontré en un parque llorando y le ,pregunte , cristian que estas haciendo aquí solo en el parque en lo oscuro y yo le dije hay un muerto en tu casa y el me dijo beycker me arrepiento y el me decia no no no por que lo hice beycker y yo asustado y nervioso le pregunte pero dime cristian ?por que estas llorando cristian ? y el medijo :unos chicos me dieron mariguana y yo fume para ver que se sentia la mariguana y luego fui a mi casa y mi hermano me regano por que andava en la calle con otros chicos fumando mariguana y el me trato y yo me enoje y agarre un cuchillo y lo a punalie 5 veces en su cuerpo y mate ami hermano mayor .entonces me a sute yo y le dije que /por que hicistes eso cristian y cristian me mirava y me lloraba y me lloraba mate a mi hermano lo mate beycker lo mate a mi hermano que tanto amaba y

depues llego la policia al parque y me encontro con el en el parque y la policia lo tiro al suelo y se lo ye baron preso ala carcel por omicidio y mi amigo cristian lloraba y me decia beycker, beycker no dejes que me lleben preso no quiero estar preso y yo muy nervioso y pues las timosa mente yo no podia hacer nada para a lludarlo y rrecorde en ese instante cuando el me protejia en la escuela de los chicos que me gol piavan y yo me sentia mal no poder verle a lludado en nada cuando la policia se lo llebaba preso . y pues mi amigo cristian el mato asu hermano lo acesino por que el estaba drogado y el sigue en la carcel todavia pagando su condena

 

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.