POST by RENE: Testimony

This is the small story of my life, starting when I was a baby.

When I was two years old I was given away like a dog to a family that was very humble, but poor. Why? My parents were drug addicts and they only liked money for drugs. Since I couldn’t take care of myself and give myself love, my parents – instead of giving love to me, gave their love to drugs.

Since I was so small, I was happy with my adopted family. I didn’t know who my real family was, but I was happy – I didn’t care. I only wanted to play, eat and when I looked at them, they had a smile that was really pretty. It was like a light from the sky. They were such a nice couple, and made my life happy. They gave me love and I passed pre-school in a very humble school and I liked it very much. I don’t know why, but I liked it.

When I turned 10 my adoptive parents told me the truth, that they weren’t my parents of blood and so I said to them “who are you?” They explained everything to me. I went running from my house, not knowing where to go. I asked myself “Where are my parents?” I was on the streets for 10 days. I slept on cardboard and the rain fell on me. I stole fruit to eat.

I slept near a casino that was close to house my house and it was like a nightclub. There were prostitutes and they would pass by looking at me weirdly. They asked me where I was from, but I didn’t tell them anything. My parents were really worried and wanted to find me. They would cry and cry. They would pray a lot so that I would go back home.

One day a prostitute came to me and gave me a plate of food and 20 cordobas and said to me “I miss my son.” I asked her “Why?” She replied “Because I gave him away.” It made me think and I started to cry. I hugged the prostitute tight in that momento. And then she told me that her son was 13 years old when she gave him away. My dream of finding my parents faded. The prostitute hugged me and told me to go home because my parents were waiting for me. My heart felt lighter.

I ran home. I knocked on the door and my Dad cameo out. They held me very tightly and my heart spoke to me and said “do not keep looking. Your parents are very close to you even though you don’t know it.” Even though they were not my blood-related parents, they gave me a home and love, and were very nice to me. Even they are poor, they have BIG hearts of lions. With God next to you, the Nicaraguans say “Money doesn’t matter, and fame doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important is to have God in your heart.”

This story will be continued…

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Rene in San Diego

Hola mi nombre es rene reyes soy nicaragua y estoy muy feliz en californa me en canta mucho las personas son muy amable y muy alegre y toda mi vida esta llena de amor y alegria algunas de mis experiencia an sido muy dolorosa pero gracias por eso eaprendido mucho y  alado mis amigo y de una familia muy humilde y agradable  son la familia muy ermosa todo este viaaje asido muy divertido cuando estaba en la en bajada de los estados unidos en miami  fui al servicio para aser popo y nosabi qu el papel se botaba adentro y yo lo tire al suelo y quedo en el piso y des pues que paso yonosabia nada y es muy raro  y ahora estoy con una familia que son de costarica y son cristanos son crellente de dios y su casa es muy hermosa y su perritos son muy lindos y muy gracioso cuando fui to shower era raro por que nosabia y cuado prendi la llave salio agua muy muy muy caliente como para matar un cerdo y des pues salio agua mu muy fria sentia que estaba en el titanic era super frio me costo mucho shower pero des pues aprendi como  shower y las persnas so muy amable y les agradesco mucho por prestarnos su casa son unas personas en viadas des de el cielo y gracia tambien la famila brien por darme su amor.

Hello, my name is Rene Reyes. I am from Nicaragua and I am very happy to be in California. I really like the people here. They are very friendly and very happy.

My life is full of joy and love. At times my experience has been extremely painful, but I am thankful to learn so much and alongside my friends and with a very humble family. The family are very nice. All of this trip has been great fun.

When I went through immigration in Miami, I went to the toilet and didn’t know where to put my toilet paper. When I turned the tap on to wash my hands, the water was very hot, hot enough to kill a pig (Nicaraguan slang). Then the water became cold. It was cold like the water from the movie Titanic. The water for the shower was very cold. It was very difficult for me. But later I learnt how to use the shower.

Rene in Miami...

The people are very nice and I feel grateful that they let us stay in their house. They are Christian people originally from Costa Rica. Their house is beautiful and their puppies are cute. These people are sent from Heaven. Thanks also to the Brien family for giving me love.

Rene in San Diego