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I lived in the country side where a main road crossed the complete district and led to the town of Havana about ten miles away. The splendor of my childhood was absolute poverty but freedom. I grew up surrounded many trees, animals and rivers. The river was one mile from my house. I had to cross the whole field to go to the river. One day, I was walking along the riverbank with my cousin, Luisa, when we saw over twelve young men jumping from a rock into the water. We enjoyed seeing them come out of the water to climb the rock and rock and jump again into the river, with their genitals exposed. All those images were a revelation to me that I will never forget.

My mother was very beautiful and my father was an adventurer. They fell in love and became formally engaged, but few months later my father left my mother. She was waiting for him, but he never returned. One night my mom asked me if I would feel really sad if she died. I looked to her eyes and started to cry. I think that my mother was very young to make any decision nor have experience to be raising a child. My grandmother was the heart of the house. She always spoke with God to account for all the misfortunes that threatened us. On the other hand, my grandfather was a bald old man that he did not talk with God; he talked to himself. My grandmother was illiterate, but she made all the impossible to sent all her children to the school.

When I started going to school, I feel in love with some of my classmates, but I never involved sexuality. My first sexual intercourse was performed with my best friend Frank. When all was over, I felt guilty. It seemed to me that I had done something terrible. I felt ashamed by myself for the rest of my life. Still feeling guilty,...

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...his own life and how God met him when he was in trouble. I had never heard a testimony like this. “How he could help me? I need a miracle” I told him. This young told me if I just believe in Jesus Christ as my savior, he would give me faith and do the rest. I wanted to accept Jesus as my savior. I did not want to died, but I believe that when the alternative is suffering without hope, death is better. If I cannot live the way I want, there is no reason to living. It was ten o'clock night when I went to my house and accepted Jesus as my Savior. Suddenly, I felt in my heart, that something had happened. Again I was under medical examination, with the same doctor. After a while he came out, walked up to me and said, “There is not something wrong with you.” “Yes,” I replied, “but something has happened.” “The test give a false positive.” He looked at me for explanation.