I would like to introduce you to Mi Amor Martin Arce.
I asked him to share is story with you because I feel his story is a perfect example of what happens when you fight the fear, follow our compass and embrace Spirit.
From here on in, it’s his words not mine.
My name is Martin Arce, I am from Queens, New York. I was born in Queens June 16 1991. I’m actually in prison serving a 13yr sentence. I was once real dark. So dark that dark would be afraid of me.
But as time went on I grew up and my life took a different path so this is the story of my life. I hope that what I’m about to say will help people turn light.
My soon to be wife Debbie helped me see things in my life which I thought was never there.
My Mom and Dad are from Nicaragua. They are immigrants. They came to the United States in 1990 for a better life while my Mom was coming here she pregnant.
My Mom was happy, first kid together with my Dad then a year later they had my brother Chris.
At the time my Dad was out of work so he did what he had to do to support this family.
Fake I.Ds, S.S and a Whore House.
Then my Dad picked up a drinking habit. Drinking night and day and hitting my poor Mom and us.
I actually remember when I was 4 years old my Dad whipped me with a belt on my ass. I was in Pre K and one day a Teacher was wiping me up in the bathroom after going to the toilet and the Teacher saw the marks and called A.C.S and took me away from my family. I was crying because I missed my family a lot. They took Chris and me to a big building with many kids my age.
I remember I was waiting for my Mom at the window with a teddy bear asking the person when my Mom was going to come and get me.
I’m actually getting emotional writing this.
So they arrested my Mom (she was innocent). The Cops came and spoke to me and asked me who hit me and I said ‘My Dad not Mom’. They let me Mom go and the Cops were looking for my Dad and they never found him.
I was away for 2 months with 2 different families.
The first family I remember I let the dog out. The next day she gave me in and she walked away and I was crying and crying.
I went to another family and it wasn’t long then whatever it was my Mom did, she got me and my brother back.
So that alone triggered something inside me. Me and my Brother started to act out in school getting into trouble so the school recommended that Chris and I have therapy.
We went to therapy every week until we reached our teens.
My brother became good and me the bad one.
I had so much anger in me when kids used to try to bully me. I used to stick up for myself. I used to fight back. i used to get jumped almost every week in my teens and it got so so so bad that I used to come home barefoot.
But I also learned from those experiences and I toughened up a bit.
So when I used to see lil White,Indian, Chinese get bullied, whatever kind, get bullied I used to be on their side helping the kids get the bully.
At the age of 14 (8th grade) I got into a bad fight in the school yard the first day of school.
I got arrested. I went to family court and they took me away from my family for 6 months.
They put me in a group home until my court case was over. When I was there my anger took over.
I was turning the place upside down fighting everyone, broke everything in the book.
I went home before the summer. I was in high school (9th grade). I remember I came to class late by 1 minute. The Teacher was getting all over my face. I told him every word in the book.
They sent me to the Principals office who got all loud with me. I blacked out. I let my dark side take over and next thing you know I got accused of hitting him in the face.
I got locked up for it. I served 1 year in came home at the age of 16yrs old.
I still had so much anger in me, so much.
The Therapy and the pills they gave me wasn’t working so I joined a gang because I felt lost and this was the right way to cope with the anger.
I started to gangbang, fighting, stabbing etc…I aint give a fuck about the world.
The one day I had a dream that I was in the cell crying and I felt that I got locked up for murder.
I woke up in the middle of the night soaking wet. I told my Mom about it. She kid of understood these things.
So 2 weeks later my gang buddy was having trouble. I jumped on my bike and rode on but I felt like something was telling me not to come out.
I felt Spirit telling me this but in my head I said ‘Fuck it, don’t care’.
We got into a fight and someone got stabbed 14 times. I didn’t do the stabbing but we all got locked up. My Co-d took the murder because he didn’t want us to face the time he was facing. They gave him 18 years and the other 4 got 13 years.
The others went home knowing the did the most and blamed it all on us for everything.
They gave me 13yrs. So my first year in prison he passed away and came to me in a dream (Nicholas who got stabbed). He touched me and I woke up feeling a cold hand where he touched me.
So during that week I started to read about the things that were happening to me.
The one day something told me to sign up to a pen pal site and this is how I met Debbie Black.
She told me what she does and she started to explain everything to me and everything stated to make sense.
So she changed my life around. My anger went away. She helped me when I needed it the most. She was the one that made me not be in a gang any more.
She helped me become the light in every way. That’s why I love her so much.
I was once dark, now I am light with my soon to be wife. If I can do it, anyone can do it. If anybody needs a word of advice just reach out to Debbie and I will get it.
Thank you for listening