I lived in the countryside where a main road ran through the entire district and led to the city of Havana about ten miles away. The splendor of my childhood was absolute poverty but freedom. I grew up surrounded by many trees, animals and rivers. The river was a mile from my house. I had to cross the whole field to go to the river. One day, while walking along the riverbank with my cousin Luisa, we saw more than twelve young men jumping from a rock into the water. We loved seeing them come out of the water to climb up the rock, up the rock, and dive back into the river, genitals exposed. All those images were a revelation for 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 a few months later my father left my mother. She was waiting for him, but he never returned. One night my mother asked me if I would feel really sad if she died. I looked into her eyes and started to cry. I think my mother was very young to make any decisions, nor did she have any experience raising a child. My grandmother was the heart of the house. He always spoke to God to account for all the misfortunes that threatened us. My grandfather on the other hand was a bald old man who didn't talk to God; he spoke to himself. My grandmother was illiterate, but she did everything she could to send all her children to school. When I started going to school, I fell in love with some of my classmates, but it never involved sexuality. My first sexual intercourse was with my best friend Frank. When it was all over, I felt guilty. I felt like I had done something terrible. I was ashamed of myself for the rest of my life. He still feels guilty, ... middle of paper ... his life and how God met him when he was in trouble. I had never heard a testimony like this. “How could he help me? I need a miracle” I told him. This young man told me that if I believed in Jesus Christ as my savior, he would give me faith and do the rest. I wanted to accept Jesus as my savior. I didn't want to die, but I believe that when the alternative is to suffer without hope, death is better. If I can't live the way I want, there's no reason to live. It was ten o'clock at 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, by the same doctor. After a while he came out, approached me and said, “There's nothing wrong with you.” “Yes,” I replied, “but something happened.” "The test gives a false positive." He looked at me for explanations.