“They Beat Me and Tied To Kill Me”- Against All Odds
At the age of 14, I was addicted to gambling but everything started at school with my friends.
We use to gamble in exchange for sweets and nuts, but it got serious and I went far in the gambling business. I started gambling for money and that’s all I wanted: nice clothes, the best shoes, go out partying, having many girls and drinking beer. I wanted to show everyone that I could be on my own.
I used to break into people’s houses for money, for objects that could be sold, and I would use the money to satisfy my addiction as well.
Just the voice of my mother use to annoy me, and because of that we used to have arguments every day at home. I just wanted to hear her when she had to give me something. I didn’t have respect for my mother and for anybody. The rage was consuming me, the anger was growing little by little, and together the desire of killing people. I was young but full of myself and full of evil in my mind.
I use to send stones in people’s houses, trouble my teachers and go out with different girls. I was not respectful of women.
One day I decided to go to the cinema, and suddenly, some guys grabbed me and beat me till I fell unconscious. They took away my phone and ran. That day I could be dead but the hands of God kept me safe, and because of that I had the desire to have my own gun. My friends had their gun and because I didn’t want anybody taking me for pappyshow, I thought that was the best way to keep them far from me.
I use to sell drugs but my family didn’t know. My life was broken, my family was destroyed and my future was wasted. I was smiling on the outside but when I used to put my head on my pillow I questioned myself: why was I getting bad instead of doing good? At school I was doing well and I knew inside of me I had potential. I could reach far in life but I was finishing my future in exchange of nothing.
One day I meet a friend and he told me about the (YPG) Youth Power Group in Saint Lucia. He invited me for one of their meetings and when I reached there, I saw many other youths. They were smiling and I was not. They talked to me, they listened to my problems and never laughed at my poor choices in life. They shook my hands and said we will help you.
After that I dropped the bad friends, stopped gambling and drinking, I have peace with my family, I have respect for women and I got a job.
It has been one year and five months since I became a part of the YPG and I’m a new man and I serve God with my testimony. If it was not the mercy of God I couldn’t be here today.
– Nickey Jn Baptiste