Reyna Aburto’s Story—Part 2: A Difficult Journey

Reyna Aburto’s Story—Part 2: A Difficult Journey


After I turned 15,
in January 1979, my parents gave me
a present, and it was to be able to go
to the United States to visit my aunt in New York. So I went there, and I
spent a few months there. And my aunt made the arrangement
so I could go to this school, but it was really
like an adult school. But it was amazing
because I was there the whole day learning
English, and it was a great experience for me. But in Nicaragua, there had been
some kind of political unrest that had been
going on for years, but it was getting
worse and worse. And the news were just
terrible, you know? I was so worried
about my family. I was just 15, and
I really didn’t want to be away from
them while they were going through these hard times. When I went back to
Nicaragua, things were getting really
bad because there had been these rebels that
had been fighting for years to throw down the government. There was a point at
which they decided to bomb that part of the city to
put more pressure on the rebels so they would leave. At that moment, all the
radio stations in Nicaragua were censored. They were shut down. So we didn’t know exactly
what was going on. But then at night, we would try
to listen to the radio stations from Costa Rica, and they
would tell us what was going on and how many people had died
that day, how many families. And I knew that
there were children, children dying from that. And then again, the next
day, it would happen again, and we would just
watch that in horror. [GUNFIRE] [RIOTING] At night we would put our
mattresses on the floor, and we would sleep there,
just hoping that we would be safe from the bullets. And I remember thinking,
“OK, there are people dying; there are children
dying right now.” And I would ask in
my heart the question “Why does God allow
this to happen? Why doesn’t He do
anything to stop this?” And it was very hard. I was not upset
with God, but I just had that question,
you know, in my heart. Fortunately, something happened
and the problem stopped, and the president
left the country. I remember vividly that
day after the president of the country left and
the rebels were just celebrating out in the
streets, the victory. You know, I think I have never
lived another day like that in which everybody was just
happy, feeling this joy that our problems were over. When I was about 16 or 17 I
started attending college. And I went to Universidad
Centroamericana, and my major was
industrial engineering. I always liked learning and,
you know, getting an education. And it was a good school, but
the situation in Nicaragua was just getting worse
and worse and worse. So in 1984 I decided to marry
a young man that I was dating. I had been dating him
for years, and we just decided to get married. And we moved to San
Francisco, California, where we both had family. My mother and my siblings
came to join us, like, a year after I left. But you know, it was
not easy to start a new life in a new country
because of the language, the climate, even
though we had work. We were blessed to have
work; we always had work. And for about two years in my
marriage, everything was fine. We had a baby around two
years after we got married. It was our son, Javier,
who was born there. And he gave me a
reason to keep going and to have hope for the future. When our son was,
like, six months old, my husband lost the job that
he had that was very stable. And I really don’t know
how everything started. You know, he–even from
the time we were dating, I knew that he drank alcohol
and that he even smoked a little bit of marijuana, but
it was never too bad. But after he lost
that job, like, two and a half years
into our marriage, things just went downhill
from that moment. After that, he tried to get a
job; he could not find a job, and he just got
into drugs, heavily. So those years were
very hard–very, very hard to see him
going down, down and down, little by little, and having
this fear and having this love for my son, and knowing that
I needed to protect him, and it was my responsibility
to look after him. I looked for jobs in
which I could actually take my son with me so
I could make a living and be with him
at the same time. So I would work as a
nanny during the day, and I went to school at
night because I always wanted to expand my
education, you know, to have a better future. It was very hard for
me to see the man that I loved, the father of
my son, going into that trap. And I remember that
there were times, even, when I would see
him on the street, and I would stop
him to talk to him, and he wouldn’t
even recognize me. He wouldn’t even
know that it was me. He was totally lost. I tried to help him. I tried talking to him. I went to therapy. I went to the Alcoholics
Anonymous organization to look for help. I tried to do everything
that I could to help him. But I feel that I … I was failing. I could not help him. One evening I remember
walking to the bus stop because I was going to school. And then I forgot something,
a book or something. I needed to go back to
our apartment to get it. So I walked back
to my apartment, and as I was
getting close to it, I noticed that there was a car
parked right in front of it. And I noticed that
it was full of men; there were at least five
men inside that car. And it was full of smoke. And for some reason
I looked closer, and I thought, “What
are they doing?” And then when I
looked inside the car, there was a little boy in
there, and that boy was my son. My baby. And I got so upset. I pounded on the window,
and I opened that door and I told him, “Give me my son. This is the last time
that you do this to him.” So that day was the day when
I decided to end my marriage. I think that was the
day when I actually stopped loving my husband,
because I realized that I could not trust him. I could not even
trust my son to him. It was very hard to
end the relationship. How do you do that,
you know, after being so many years with a person? Those days after
he left, of course, it was better without him. But at the same
time, I had fear. I feared that he
would come back. I feared that I would
not be able to give my son a stable environment,
that he could also fall into that trap as he would
grow up, and I was desperate. I was hopeless. It was really hard. Those days were times of despair
for me, not knowing what to do. People make choices, and
that freedom to make choices comes from God. He has given us that freedom,
and that is why He cannot stop people from doing bad things. And I know that it
happens in our life sometimes that we
have these longings, we have these questions, we
have these things that we don’t really know the reason. But if we are patient, the
answer will come one day, and then we will
finally have that peace that we are looking for.

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    missionary Jesus Christ bless

    I love and like this video so much it's talk about Jesus Christ bless you with love hope Faith happens

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    Russell Simon

    I am very grateful that Sister Aburto had the inspired courage to relive and share these difficult and trying experiences to help us learn lessons about the infinite and intimate nature of the Atonement of Jesus Christ! I know that as we learn, love, and live the gospel of Jesus Christ, we can receive the divine assistance that we need each day to overcome every test, trial, temptation, and tribulation that we will encounter in life! I am so grateful to Jesus Christ for His perfect love which allows His atoning sacrifice to bless, heal, and sanctify my life 🙂

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    Yuri Alves de Lima

    many people speak very badly of the church of Jesus Christ of the last days, speak lies, speak evil of doctrines and … the church does not manifest against this.
    I think the church has to have a stance on this people and do not ignore it.

    Dont be omisses!
    Dont be omisses!

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    Amber Weight

    What an amazing testimony she has! She's a woman full of faith and hope, to be able to go through all she did.

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    Gerald Smith

    We all face difficulties & challenging time throughout our lives and your sharing your testimony has helped me as I know it will bless all who are earnestly seeking to improve and in helping to lift others.

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