POST by SOPHIA: My Life

When I’m alone with Him, in my mind he takes me to a path in the woods that he’s leading me on.

Doing what we're doing, we come across a LOT of broken lives, and people desperate for answers. To date, I haven't been as moved by anyone's story, in the way that I've been moved by the life of Sophia. This young lass, is beautiful and talented, smart and driven, yet she has been used, abused, rejected, despised, and now works with everything she's got to get her life on track for the promise of glory.

I have met Sophia's parents, who are just human like the rest of us. They've done a magnificent job at raising their kids, with compassion and love, and yet, like other parents, they’re not supernatural beings and can only be in one place at one time. Unfortunately, their baby girl was deeply broken, and nothing that they could do would mend the heart of their daughter, which lay in tatters.

But, there is hope. Jesus Christ came for the lost. He came for the sinner. He came for the broken. He alone knows the pain and suffering of all humanity. He took it with him to the cross. And so I’d like to allow Sophia the opportunity of sharing with you her story. She’s a brave girl and I’m mightily proud of her:

Everyone goes through hard times in life, some worse than others. But it’s who you depend on and how you get through it that makes you who you are. I've been through a lot in my life, but instead of leaning on God, I just wanted people to pity me.

When I was ten, my best friend at the time told me every detail of how her dad had often sexually abused her and what he had done to her. I remember everything she told me, but because she told me when I was so young, I blocked out all memories of my childhood to protect myself. I don't have any memories of anything until about the age of 13, and even then I only have bad memories.

I am the 5th child of 8 in my family. I was homeschooled ‘til 9th grade and in 10th grade I started getting into drinking, drugs, boys and sex, and everything bad. I thought that the only way to be happy was to do all of these things.

Well, surprise, surprise, I was wrong. Guys and drugs only hurt me. I have had my heart broken in so many ways. Guys would tell me they love me and they don't want anyone else, and that I am so beautiful and special. Yet after they gotten what they’d wanted, they would tell me it was all a lie and that I am actually trash.

I tried to kill myself many times and I used to cut myself every day for many months. All I could think was I just wanted to get away from the hurt and the pain. Yet, I continued to run after guys and drugs.

Twice I thought I was pregnant and I would worry about what I’d tell my parents and what I’d do with a kid at 17. But lucky for me, I was not pregnant and God helped me through it.

Now, for the last four weeks or so I’ve been reading my Bible and talking to God. When I’m alone with Him, in my mind he takes me to a path in the woods that he’s leading me on.

I often feel really alone and sad. I cry myself to sleep because I wish I could remember my past... but then I remember that God is always there, even when no one else is.

A couple of weeks ago I met all of these wonderful, handsome, nice, crazy Nicaraguan boys who got me to think in a whole new way. They have been through hell and back and they still dance and sing for God with smiles on their faces. If they can be happy then I think I can too.

Sophia & Cecilia (Sophia's younger sister)

POST by YORDY: Vida Sin Sentido

Yordy working hard on his BLOG POST

Since I was 8 years of age, I thought bad thoughts which were caused by the people around me. I thought that my life did not mean anything, that friends did not truly exist, because the friends that I had would just fill my head with bad thoughts.

They showed me how to do bad things. When people would try to help me, I always tried to make their life a living hell. I did not trust anybody.

My family turned their back on me and I never had love that a kid should get when they are that age. Everything that happened every day would just make it worse. I would cry with hatred for all people, mainly my family and my so called ‘friends’ that would laugh at me when they saw what would happen to me.

I was around 8 or 9 years old and living on the streets. I smoked marijuana since I was little. I would go and rob people with an ex-friend. I was lost on the streets.

I had dangerous jobs like killing cows. I would cut their heads off and then take their skin off. It was not a pretty sight. It was an experience I will never forget. I would earn just enough to eat, even though some days I would not eat.

I was exposed to death in everything that I did. I also had problems with depression because I knew that no one would give their life for me. The main problem for me at that time of my life was that I was so close to committing suicide by jumping in front of a moving car. However, I thank God because he gave me the strength to keep on moving forward.

Today I am alive because of the grace of God. When I accepted Jesus into my heart, my life changed. He showed me how to live life through him. My point is that it does not matter who is with you, it does not matter how many bad things have happened to you, if you have done something bad it is your turn to ask God to forgive you and show you how to live a life with him, the only true source of happiness.

Your life will be real and I invite you to give your problems to Jesus.

Brother, if Jesus came to die for us on Earth, it was not so that we could suffer. He has a purpose for each and every one of us. Believe me, everyone has a marvelous place in Heaven - but stop thinking about yourself. Help people that need it, give your love to other people.

God bless you, Amen!

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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.

Yordy, one clever tricker

Vida sin sentido.

Desde que tenía 8 años tenía malos pensamientos por causa de las personas de mí alrededor, yo pensaba que la vida no significaba nada, pensaba que los amigos no existían, porque los que tenía me llenaban la cabeza de malos pensamientos, me decían como hacer cosas malas. Cuando alguien llegaba y me quería ayudar yo siempre trataba de agredir su vida, no tenía confianza en nadie.

Mi familia me daba la espalda, Nunca tuve el amor que un niño a esa edad debía tener, todo lo que iba pasando cada día me afectaba más y más, lloraba con rencor hacia todas las personas más mi familia y los que decían ser mis amigos se reían de mí, al ver lo que me pasaba.

Tenía como 8 o 9 años y estaba viviendo en la calle, fumaba marihuana desde que era un niño, solía robar a las personas con un ex amigo, estaba perdido en las calles.

Tuve trabajos muy peligrosos como matar vacas yo les cortaba la cabeza para después quitarle todo era muy feo, una experiencia inolvidable, ganaba lo suficiente para comer, aunque a veces no comía.

Estaba expuesto a la muerte en todo lo que hacía, también tenía problemas de depresión al saber que nadie daba la vida por mí, la mayor parte del tiempo de mi vida estuve cerca de cometer auto suicidio pero le agradezco mucho a dios porque él me dio las fuerzas para seguir adelante.

Hoy en día estoy vivo por la gracia de dios, cuando lo acepte en mi corazón mi vida se volvió diferente, me enseno a gozar la vida, mi punto de este tema es que no importa quien este contigo, no importa cuántas cosas malas que te han pasado en la vida, si has hecho algo malo es tu turno para pedirle a dios que te perdone y te haga gozar y sentir que solo con el eres realmente feliz tu vida será muy real te invito a que entregues tus problemas a Jesús. Hermano si Jesús vino a morir a la tierra por nosotros, no fue para que sufriéramos él tiene un propósito para cada uno de nosotros y créanme todos tenemos un lugar maravilloso en el cielo pero deja de pensar en ti, más bien ayuda a las personas que lo necesitan dale amor a tu prójimo Dios te bendiga. AMEN

POST by STIVEY: Daddy Work-for-Bucks

Stivey with his family at Managua International Airport (Capital on the Edge) 

At the age of 2, my dad lost his mother and father and he did not know, because he was really little. So his uncle and aunt became his parents.

Well the years went by and nobody wanted to tell him the truth of how his parents had died. But one day his uncle was tired and couldn’t wait anymore, so he told him the truth.

At the age of 7 his uncle told him that he was just a one year old babe when his father was fixing the roof of their house and he suffered the misfortune of falling and breaking his neck. Not long after, his mother died in a car accident and that’s how both of his parents died.

Several years later, the pain of my dad’s losses were beginning to heal. However, one day his older brother and he were mucking around, at first, joking and carrying on, but then they became entrapped in a massive fight. In the end my dad’s makeshift family evicted him from his big brother’s house. At the age of 14 he received his school certificate and was working fulltime.

My dad started to hate his family because they had thrown him out of the house and because of that he concentrated all of his efforts and care towards his job. At the age of 15, my dad became the boss of the business where he worked and he thought that he had everything with his job. He thought…

When he was 18, he had to pay for a room that he rented and at that age, he had become even more important in his job role. But one day he saw his family, yet did not care because he hated them. With his new job and life he was able to move foward and did not need his family. My dad paid for his own schooling and the room that he rented.

Now I thank God because my dad repented of everything that he did wrong as a young man. He forgave his family and even his brother.

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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.
 

Stivey, the boy with a grandisome Corazon...

A la edad de 2 anos, mi padre pierde a su mama y papa y el no sabia porque estaba muy pequeño entonces sus tíos a esa edad se hacen cargo de el.

Pues pasaron los anos y a el nadie le quería decir la verdad en la cual murieron sus padres pero un día su tío se canso y no espero mas y le dijo la verdad entonces ala edad de 7anos su tío le dijo tu tenia 1ano cuando tu papa murió componiendo el techo de la casa y se resbalo y callo y se quebró el cuello y tu mama murió en un accidente automovilístico ha si fue como paso la muerte de los dos.

Entonces pasaron los anos y mi papa hi va superando su dolor al perder sus padre pero un día su hermano mayor por bromas se pelean y a mi papa lo corren de la casa pues ala edad de 14anos mi papa se recibe de bachiller sale de su secundaria del colegio pues mi papa a esa edad ya trabajaba.

Pues mi papa había agarrado odio con su familia porque lo corrieron de la casa por ese motivo mi papa ya no le importaba nada que solo su trabajo pues mi papa ala edad de 15anos mi papa era jefe de la empresa donde trabajaba el y el pensaba que

lo tenia todo solo con su trabajo si pensaba el.

Pero a los 18anos de edad mi papa tenia que trabajar para pagar el cuarto donde vivía el pues a esas edad mi padre era mas que jefe de su empresa pero un día el mira su familia y no le importo porque el odiaba a su familia.

Si con su trabajo el salió adelante y no necesito de su familia y el pago su estudio y su cuarto donde vivía el ahora mi yo le doy gracia a dios porque mi padre se arrepintió de todo lo malo que hiso el en su pasado pues su familia el y su familia se quieren mucho y con su hermano también.

POST by JOSE: Trauma Mia (Mumma)

Jose, of Capital on the Edge, flying with Taca

My mum’s childhood was one of the cruelest experiences that I have ever heard of. Everything started when she was just 8 years old. My grandmother got together with a man who wanted to abuse my mum. He would tell her to leave the house and he would not give her anything to eat. My mum told my grandmother about it all, but she did not believe that she did not have a normal childhood.

My mum escapes her parents’ house:

Every time my grandfather told her to leave the house, she would sleep on the streets and would be really hungry and would suffer. She decided to escape all the suffering and abuse.

Relationship of my mum and dad:

My mum ran away from her house at the age of 10. She had a boyfriend who is my dad. He gave her a place to stay and they lived together. He was 19 years old and my mum was only 11.

Abuse to my mum:

After a while, my mum became pregnant. She was only 13 years old. She bore her first son, my first brother, who died. This death affected my mum a heap. At the age of 14, she had me.

Then my dad started to change and he would hit her and treat her bad. There were a lot of times where he would grab her hair and pull her across the room and sometimes he would try to kill her. She had my brother at the age of 17, yet her boyfriend kept on abusing her.

The abondoning:

At the age of 18, she decided to run away from the abuse. She went to another country leaving us with him. Years passed and we did not hear anything about our mother. My dad said that she had been bad to us and that she had abandoned us.

After many years my brother and I grew up. One day I was playing and I saw an elegant and beautiful lady and she approached me and said "son, how are you?" and at that moment I felt really happy and all the hatred I held for my mother, disappeared.

Forgiveness to my mother:

My mum took us with her and we were all very happy. Though, she was the happiest out of us all. The most important thing is that she forgave my grandparents for all of the damage that they had done to her, and the traumatising pain that they left her with.

Years passed and the economic situation became more and more difficult. There were times where we would go hungry and she would always prefer to give us her food so that she would be hungry instead of us.

My mum is my hero and a marvelous woman. I love her a lot. We are extremely poor but at least we are together. I will always help her. I love her.

Forgiveness sets you free:

The best advice you can get is that it does not matter what your mother does, nor what she is, she will always be there to protect you and take care of you. She is your best friend and forgiving makes you feel free. Thank you God for giving us all marvelous mothers!

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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.

Jose enjoying dinner with Siren Assembly of God

La niñez de mi mama fue una de las más crueles y duras todo empezó cuando ella tenía 8 años mi abuela se juntó con un hombre quien quiso abusar de mi mama repetidas beses, el la corría de la casa y no le daba de comer mi mama le decía a mi abuela y ella no le creía ella no tuvo una infancia normal.

Escape de mi mama de la casa de sus padres:

Cada vez que mi abuelo la corría ella dormía en la calle y pasaba hambre y sufrimiento, ella decidió huir de todo su maltrato y sufrimiento.

Relación de mi mama y mi papa:

Mi mama huyo de la casa a los 10 años ella tenía un novio que era mi papa el le dio refugio y vivieron juntos el tenía 19 años y mi mama 11 años.

Maltrato de mi mama:

Después de un tiempo ella quedo embarazada a los 13 años de mi primer hermano quien murió en el parto eso la afecto mucho a los 14 años me tubo a mi, mi papa comenzó a cambiar y le empezaba a pegar y la maltrataba mucho hubo veces que la agarraba del cabello y la arrastraba barias veces la intento matar, ella tubo a mi hermano a los 17 años mi papa cada vez la maltrataba mas.

El abandono:

A los 18 años ella decidió huir de ese martirio y se fue a otro país dejándonos con el , pasaron los años y no sabíamos nada de ella mi papa nos decía que mi mama había sido mala con nosotros y que nos había abandonado, mi hermano y yo crecimos paso el tiempo, un día yo estaba jugando y mire a una mujer elegante y bella ella se me acerco y me dijo hijo como estas en ese momento me sentía muy feliz todos los rencores desaparecieron.

Perdón hacia mi madre:

Ella nos llevó con ella y éramos felices ella lo más importante perdono a mis abuelos de todo el daño que le hicieron y los traumas que le dejaron, pasaron los años y su situación económica se iba haciendo más difícil habían beses que pasábamos hambre ella prefería darnos su comida y ella pasar hambre ella es mi héroe, es una mujer maravillosa la quiero mucho somos pobres pero unidos y siempre la apoyare en todo.

El perdón te hace libre: uno de los mejores consejos es que no importa lo que nuestra madre haga o sea ella siempre estará ahí para protegernos, amarnos y cuidarnos es nuestra mejor amiga y el perdonar te hace sentir libre. (gracias a dios por darnos un ser tan maravilloso nuestras madres).

POST by JONNY: Finding Happiness in Homelessness

Jonny, before his time with Capital on the Edge

This story comes from my childhood.

When I was 8 years old my family lived in BILLA LIVERTA. At that time my brothers experienced a problem with some guys who came to a home which my family was visiting. About 40 guys began to throw rocks at the house and my dad was standing in the door and was not hurt too badly by the rock throwiang. The family we were visiting became very nervous about what was going on, because the bad blokes wanted to destroy their house!

But my dad had a gun and threatened all of the men with it who were damaging the house. The men, when they saw the gun, ran away. One of the rock-throwing-men hit the dog with a machete on it’s neck. The dog was dying and my dad was very angry and so he went to the police to submit a complaint, but the police did not want to go where the problem was.

My dad was very upset about what was happening and my Mum agreed that we had to leave this place (because of the violence in the neighbourhood). And so we left that place permanently and we lost our house and everything inside. But now we are well, thank God. But now we do not own a home. However, JESUS ​​CHRIST is great and will help us and give us blessings to keep on going. Jesus is my shepherd and I don’t lack anything with Him.


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POST by ELIEZER: Pretty Tricky

Eliezer, with his Team, BEFORE his Accident

Hello, my name is Eliezer.

I send you my story all the way from the USA. I hope you like it!          

Since we’ve been in the US, we’ve been to a LOT of places. Many good and bad things have happened. My friends have changed significantly since being here. They are now more aggressive and joke around more. Sometimes I feel alone and I miss my whole family.         

I am currently in pain because of a gymnastics accident at a fun trampoline place. I sprained my toe. My toe became swollen. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even talk. I was scared too, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to do my sport, “tricking”, ever again. It was a very bad experience for me, as it has stopped me from being able to practice and perform with my group. When they dance I can only sit and watch. I want to participate! I am desperate to be in the group again…         

Since my toe issues, I’ve felt at odds with everyone in my group. Everyone in our team has pain in their bodies and they get upset too. But I know God is going to heal them and after all, everything that happens in life, happens for a reason - even if it doesn’t feel right at the time.         

Last Monday, we went to a gym (Twisters in San Jose) where the best trickers in the World visit. We met many people who are really good at our sport, and they taught us techniques to prevent pain. My foot was sore so I couldn’t practice, but I listened, watched and learned.

I give thanks to God that I am getting better. Thanks for reading my story.

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Hola mi nombre es Eliezer

Les traigo mi historia desde que venimos ala USA espero les guste.

Desde que venimos aquí  hemos estado en muchos lugares donde me an pasado cosas buenas y cosas malas mis amigos han cambiado mucho desde que estamos aquí se an puesto mas agresivos i dan muchas broma i yo me siento solo abecés y extraño a mi mama y a toda mi familia mas ahora que estoy lesionado por causa de un accidente me fracture un dedo de mi pie i se me inflamo todo mi pie tenia tanto dolor que no podía ni hablar pero sentí mucho temor por no poder aser otra bes jiros fue una experiencia mui fea para mi porque no podía aser nada de loque me gusta hacer con mi grupo cuando ellos bailaban yo me quedaba sentado sentía una sensación de ansiedad y desesperación.

Bueno desde que mi pie a estado lesionado me e sentido mal con todos por que casi todos los de el grupo tienen mucho dolor en su cuerpo i ellos se quejan pero se que dios los ba a sanar pero siempre ay algo bueno no toda son cosas malas

Este lunes pasado fuimos a un lugar donde an yegado los mejores de el mundo en el deporte que practicamos conocimos a muchas personas  que eran mui buenas i nos enseñaron muchas cosas acerca de los golpes que nos damos i enseñarnos técnicas ami me dolia mucho mi pie entonces no pude practicar pero mire y aprendí  gracias a dios ya me boi recuperando gracias por leer mi pequeño relato.