POST by JAIRO: Discipline Dilemma

Jairito posing for a photograph in the BEAUTIFUL Ohio Valley

Hello my name is Jairito and I am going to share with you about the life of a friend.

My friend was really abused and beaten by his parents. One day at his house, his dad hit him because my friend had hit his sister. When his dad struck him, he hit him really hard and when his mum got home, his dad told her that my friend had hit his sister and then his mum beat him really hard as well.

One day my friend’s dad told him off for not behaving in the house and he hit him really hard once again. After he had been beaten a lot because he was not behaving, he started to behave more.

Then, after a few years, he became rebellious. He escaped from his house and made a collection of really bad friends. He also became addicted to many things. One day his parents found him smoking with his ‘friends’. His parents walked up to him and they beat the living daylights out of him once again.

His parents became frantic not knowing how to get their son to behave, and so his family and him went to church to pray for my friend and for all the bad things that he had done. Whilst they were praying for him, he was not behaving himself and when they got home they beat him again.

After being hit so much, it was in his mind that he would always get hit. He stopped caring altogether about how he behaved. Soon he was purple and red because they would hit him so much and so hard. His parents saw him and his terrible state, and they felt really bad and so they stopped hitting him and they began being to live a happier life.

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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Jairito in travel-mode

hola mi nombre es jairito

 y les bengo a decir un poco de la vida de amigo

mi amigo sufre por maltrato y golpes de su mama y su papa y un dia en la casa

de el su mama y sus papas le pegaron por pegarle a su hermana y el papa le pego

muy duro y cuando llega la mama ala casa el papa le conto todo de que el le habia pegado

a su hermana y la mama le pego duro.

un dia su papa lo maltrato por portarse mal en su casa y el papa lo maltrato y le pego muy fuerte

por dos causa por pegarle a su hermana y por portarse mal en su casa y un dia se porto bien y siguio portandose bien.

y el se escapaba de su casa y el tenia malas amistades y el agarro muchos bisios y un dia su papa y mama lo hallaron fumando y con las mala amistades y cuando llego le pegaron muy fuerte y lo maltrataron.

y un dia fueron ala iglesia a horar por el y para que sus bisios se fueran y el se porto muy mal y termino el culto y cuando llegan ala casa le pegaron muy duro.

y despues de muchos transtorno de muchos golpes se le hisieron morados y rojos y el papa y su mama se arrepintieron y no le siguieron pegando mas y el queda muy feliz.

POST by JONNY: The Cost of a Kid's Life

Jonny (Center) with his friends, before leaving for Guatemala

Hello my name is JONNY

My story is about a friend who was killed in a very bad way.

My friend's name was Jonny and he was a break dancer like me. One day Jonny told me “hey boy, I’m going to work in Guatemala and there I’ll also be able to dance with some of my new friends.

I said “be careful. Guatemala is a very dangerous country.” He said quietly to me “it’s okay. I have friends in Guatemala who will look after me.” I responded with “okay, very good. Keep safe…” and with that he left.

The year after that I went to a competition in Guatemala and I saw my old friend Jonny. He had a lot of money and so I asked him “What work are you to be earning so much money?” Jonny hushed me and asked that I go with him to a place where nobody could hear us talk. When we arrived in a secluded area he told me “I am hitman.”  

“A hitman? What’s that?” I was confused. He replied “I get paid to kill people.”  I asked Jonny “Why do you do this awful job?” He responded “This is my life here. I never had a father like you. Do not ask me more questions, ok?”

In that moment I decided to return to the dancing competition. Jonny left. He turned around and walked out, not even looking back.  

After the competition, I returned to Nicaragua. Three months later, I was practicing my dancing at our usual spot. A friend of mine came to where I was practicing with my group and told our troupe that Jonny had been killed in Guatemala.

I was upset, “Who killed him?” I asked. My friend explained that MARA had killed Jonny. “Mara” is an organisation, a gang, and they kill for money. My entire dance group felt very bad about Jonny’s murder.

The next day, the body of Jonny was transported from Guatemala to Nicaragua and placed in a morgue.

Jonny’s family went together to the morgue, as they wanted to retrieve the body. The staff explained to Jonny’s family that it would not be possible to even look at the body, let alone take it away. The body was in a terrible state and must be buried in the ground immediately.

The family of Jonny, said “it’s okay to bury him now. But his mother would like to see her son, just one last time.” The doctor responded with “no, it’s just not possible.” The mother insisted, “I want to see my son!” The doctors finally gave in and permitted just the mother to take one last moment with her son.

When finally the mother was with her son she became distraught. Her son had been cut into pieces. His head, legs and arms had all been severed from his body. The doctors were also very upset, as they had really tried to not allow this lady to see her mutilated son’s body.

Without knowing what had happened, I asked my mum what had happened to the body of my friend. She explained that the hands, feet and head of Jonny had been cut off. I then felt really bad about what had happened.

Later, the mother of my friend said to me “He wanted to go to Guatemala, but I said no. It’s a very dangerous country. He didn’t listen to me. Later I learnt that he was killing people for a living. For this reason he was murdered.”

Because he wanted to earn a bit of money, my friend’s life has been destroyed forever.

God bless the people who read this story.

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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 JHONNY

Mi historia se trata sobre un amigo el cual fue asesinado de una manera muy mala .

El nombre de mi amigo es JONNY y al y gual que yo tambien break dance .

Y un dia el me dijo JONNY me boy a ir a trabajar a guatemala y hay mismo bailare con unos amigos que tengo a ya . yo le dije ten mucho cuidado que ahy es muy peligroso ese pais y el me dijo tranquilo a mi me cuidaran mis amigos de a ya guatemala y pues yo le dije esta bien que te baya muy bien , y en eso el se fue .

Al siente ano yo fui a una competencia a guatemala y hay estaba el y el estaba con mucho dinero y yo le dije de que trabajas aqui ). y el me llevo a un lugar en donde no nos escuchara nadie y cuando fuimos a el lugar , el me dijo yo soy SICARIO , y yo le dije que es eso . y el me dijo a mi me pagan por matar personas y yo le dije que . porque si eso es malo , y el me respondio eso es mi vida aqui porque yo no tube un padre como vos y ya no me preguntes mas ok .

Y en eso fuimos al evento y el se fue y no lo volvi a mirar y luego yo regrese a nicaragua y despues de 3 meces, un amigo llego a donde yo practicaba y el me dijo mataron a JONNY y yo le dije como si y el me dijo que la(MARA) la mara es una organisacion que matan por dinero ) y yo me sentia muy mal cuando me dijieron eso .

Al dia siguiente trasladaron el cuerpo de Guatemala a NICARAGUA y cuando el cuerpo estaba en medicina legal , la familia de mi agigo yego a pedirlo para ellos enterrarlo y los de MEDICINA LEGAL le dijieron que el cuerpo ya estaba muy mal que tenian que ir a enterrarlo de inmediato cuando lo sacaran , y la familia de mi amigo dejo que si que no era problema y en eso la mama de mi amigo pidie mirar el cuerpo y los doctores le dijieron que no y e ya insistio asta que la dejaron mirara el cuerpo y e ya estaba muy mal al mirar el cuerpo de su hijo en pedasos .

Y despues que paso todo yo le pregunte a la mama de mi agigo que como estaba el cuerpo y ella me dijo que le cortaro la caveza manos y pies . y despues yo me senti muy mal por lo que le paso y la mama de mi amigo me dijo que eso fue lo que busco su hijo al ir a guatemala y que el tambien mataba y que por eso lo mataron .

Por un poco de dinero mi amigo destrullo su vida .

dios bendiga a las personas que lean esta historia y a las que no tambien gracias

POST by RAF: Doing Denver

Rafael Brien, BIG and STRONG!

One day at the food market Elizabeth and I were buying food. I was pushing the trolley. After we got all the food I asked Elizabeth ’’can I scan the food on to the scanner thing please?” Elizabeth said ‘’maybe,” but all of the scan things had a big line so I didn’t get to do it that time.

Next we went to my first automatic car wash. The car wash was fun because the spinning, moving blue things would go on the front of the car, I asked Alex ’’what are those?” and he said ‘’they’re lots of Smurfs.” Elizabeth and I laughed out loud, hahahaha. Then when the car was being rinsed Alex scared me by saying ‘’we are moving, we are moving!” so I was a little scared.
 
After the car wash, Alex, Elizabeth and I got a surprise for me, it was icing, no I mean it was ice cream! Then when we got home I still had my ice cream and then Elizabeth and Alex said to me "the dogs like ice cream!" so I got a spoon, I put ice cream on it and gave it to the dogs, they slobbered! then Alex said to me "we give ice cream to the dogs on their birthday."

Then we all went to get my dad and a Bboy named "Jonny." Last I watched TV with everybody.

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POST by JONNY: Sad Story

Jonny in San Francisco

Hello my name is JONNY.

This story is about when I was a child.

When I was  just 12 years old, I had many friends who were like family to me. We hung out together and one of my friends was always sad. He said to me one day, come with me, let’s go to my house so you can see why I’m sad. So we went to his house and when I walked into his house, I saw his Mum having sex with a man. She did not care that her children were watching her. My friend started to cry because his mother said to sit down and shut-up. I turned around and saw 5 men watching what my friend's mom was doing.

My friend was crying because whilst his mum was having sex, her two children – a daughter aged three years and a daughter aged six, were there in the room too. He was so upset by what he saw, on almost a daily basis, and left his home often, so that we wouldn’t see him for weeks at a time.

One day at about six pm I was with my brother and I saw some friends. I asked my friends “hey, what are you doing?” They responded with “hey, come here and look at this.” We saw my sad friend having sex with another male friend. I said “why are you doing that?” He said “this is what my mother taught me.” I replied to him “you're crazy!” My brother was mad and hit him. My brother told him “you mother was wrong to teach you that! It’s a sin!”

Many years have passed and I haven’t seen my friend for a long time. But I’ve recently heard that he is now in the army. 

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hola mi nombre es JOHN

mi historia es de cuando era nino .

cuando tenia la edad de o 12 anos tenia muchos amigos los cuales eran como mi familia y caminabamos junto y unos de mis amigos sienpre se mantenia triste y el una ves me dijo ven vamos a mi casa para que mires porque yo camino triste y en tonces nos dirigimos a su casa y en cuanto entre a su casa mira a su mama tener relaciones con un hombre y a ella no le inporto si sus hijos estaban viendo y el se puso a llorar porque su mama le dijo sientate y callate y en eso yo voltie a ver ala entrada y avian como 5 hombres mirando lo que la mama de mi amigo asia y el se puso a llorar porque en donde la mama estaba asiendo sexo con el hombre hay estaba la hija de 3 anos y su otra hermana de 6 anos y consternado de lo que miraba casi a diario salio de su casa y pasaron varias semanas lo cual no avia visto , y un dia a eso de las 6 de la tarde estaba con mi hermano caminando y en eso miramos a unos amigos y les preguntamos que asen y ellos dicen vengan y miren y en eso miramos y estabe mi amigo el que no savia en donde estaba y el estaba teniendo sexo con otro amigo y en eso yo le dije porque ases eso y el me dijo esto fue lo que mi mama me enseno y yo le dije tu estas loco y mi hermano enojado le pego y le dijo que eso no era bueno que loque su mama le estaba ensenado no era bueno que era un pecado y asi pasaron los anos y no bolvimos a saver de el asta oy en dia que medi cuenta que mi amigo esta ene el Egersito.

POST by ERICSON: Deep Thinking

Ericson

I didn’t like listening to my friends’ problems, so I always asked them what they wanted to do when they grew up. Whenever I listened to their problems I always had problems after. One of my friends was the smart one, the other one was spoilt, but I was the one that was ignored the most because I went to Church.

One day I went to visit my friends and found them both naked, so I went away from them and later met up with them. I asked them what they wanted for their future? They both replied “I don’t know.” Then I asked them if they were happy. They answered “no.” We began to think about our lives and I decided I wanted to be a chef and a servant of God.

So first I give thanks to God as I am serving him and my friends are too. Now my uncle is also giving me an opportunity to be a cook.

Sometimes my friends and I meet up at night to watch the stars, now that we are all together again. We say how beautiful it is that God gave us what we needed in the World and we didn’t get lost. Now I am blessed with victory.

I have suffered a lot in my childhood, but God was always with me and God always kept me on the right path. A lot of times I felt how good it is to be serving in this world and not falling into depression. It is always good to know that there is someone by my side.

Some people ask themselves what they want to be when they grow older, and some people try to commit suicide. But God told me through the Bible “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” He told me that he has a home a LOT bigger for me in Heaven. That made me really happy. Now God controls where I go.

Thanks for reading about my thoughts and life. 

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ISTORIA de  MIVIDA  .

ERICSON ARIEL OROSCO GUTIERREZ

TITULO:VISIONNES 

Yo era un nino que pensaba  que  sere cuando cea grande  uno lo primero que piensa  por que no tengo hoportunidaes por que sienpre que asia esaspreguntas avian problemas con mis amigos  sienpre yo ablaba con ellos de esos problemas que ami no megustaban por que abeses avanpreoblemas y eso traia problemas pami por que el otro era muy en telijente por que el otro le davan todo lo que el queria y el otro el mimado  pero yo el mas rechasado por que iba ala IGLESA  Para eyos yo era el mas rechasado pero un dia yo  fuidon de eyos y en con tre a uno des nudo y el otro tanvien  pero yo me aleje de eyos y des pues yo mereuni y les dije que piensas de tu futuro y barrios merepondieron nose por que  y ellos medijeron por que nos aces esa pregunta  sienpre por  nose miremonos y digan kien es feliz y todos dijeron  llono y mepuce atener  emajnasiones de mi vida y dije quiero cer un cosinero y un cervidor de dios primero y gracias a DIOS que le estoy sirvendo aorita y kiero ceguir asiendolo y mis amigos aora  tanvien le siben al creador ganando almas cantando  coros innos para nuestro cenor  y aora mi tio me esta dando una beca para cosina y a hora nos ponemos aber las estrellas con mis amigos cadabes que estamos junto y de cimos que ermoso lo que Dios iso por nosotros Dios mesaco de un mundo de perdicion y a ora estoy vendecido prosperdo y en vitoria  sucrifri muncho en mi nines pero dios sienpre estaba con migo y dios sienpre guiaba mis pasos llore muncho pensando que vine aser uno este mundo y caia en deprecion pero al guien estaba amilado y no medaba cuenta asta uno ciente que se kiere matar asendoce esa pregunta pero DIOS mediojo por la biblia  yo  soy el acamino la berdad y vida nade viene al padre si no es por mi y medijo yo tengo un ogar mas aya en el cielo y eso me iso centir feliz aora DIOS meguia donde boy  gracias por es leer  mi visiones de nino