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Hello,
My name is Jose Ciro Zavala. I am 29 years old, I am married and have six
kids, three boys an three girls. I got saved on May 11th 2006. I came from
a broken home, I have three brothers and two sisters, we all have
different fathers. My mother brought us up with bad language and always
screaming and spanking us, sometimes for no reason, she was very hateful
towards us. I always saw her get beat up by her boyfriends or husbands.
She married four times and never had time to spend any quality time with
us or take time to talk. So I started going to the streets, the first time
I ran away from home I was just 12 years old. By age 13 is when I met
cocaine and I loved it. I started using it when I was so young that I
didn't want to work, so I went into selling it. I thought it was the best
thing ever. I acted like a person I really didn't like. I thought I had it
all, money to buy things, and always getting high. Well my uncle (my
mothers brother) that I love so much showed me something I never thought I
would do or end up doing in my life. I was only 13 when my uncle injected
me with cocaine. Well I liked it but never did it until I was older. All I
did was snort and smoke rock, as the years went by it was always by my
side. I got older and thought I had everything, but drugs were my
life.
On
Mothers Day in the year 2000, I made a party for my mother and she didn't
even show up until it was over. I was upset and later she called me crying
that my uncle had beaten her and stold her truck. Later that night he went
to my house for drugs, I was so mad that I shot him in his knee with a 12
gauge riffle inside my apartment then I dragged him outside. On the
sidewalk in front of all the nieghbors and my other uncles, I broke his
ribs, I told him to take the riffle and bullets and go. I paid him with
cocaine so he could take the blame and if they were to catch him I would
bail him out. He left and after he finish the cocaine he came out of
hiding and turned me in. At that moment I wanted to kill him. Later they
arrested me and gave me a $75,000 bond, I lasted 15 days in county jail,
till a lawyer got me out on bond. One year past and I had to appear in
court since my uncle didn't file charges, but the state did (my uncle said
it was an accident) so I only got 6 years of probation. On my sixth month
of my probation I ran to Mexico and met someone who told me about La
Santisima Muerte(Death). I gave my life over to her, I would worship her
everyday, I would worship the Devil, and I would curse God. I started
driving loads of drugs from Mexico to Austin, Houston, and San Antonio. I
always had money and La Santisima by my side for protection, so I
thought.
The years went by, I was always hurting people, especially my loved ones. On July 6, 2004 my uncle Esteban Nava went to my house at about 11:00 pm, he was drunk and wanted to buy drugs. He only had $2.00 in change, I was so mad becuase he woke me up, and he had no money. I told him to wait and I went to my closet were it was hidden, in a pair of my favorite pants. I checked the pants and found nothing, I looked through the whole closet and still found nothing. I checked my favorite pants over and over and found nothing. My uncle got so upset and said " If you don't want to give me any just say so". He went to his truck and was about to leave, then I threw my pants against the wall and the $300 bag of cocaine flew out of the same pants I had checked many times and found nothing. I ran to stop him and I accidently gave him about $60 worth, he left my house all paranoid. Later that night, at about 2:30 am, he abandoned his truck and ran to a resevoir, he fell in and drowned. I blamed myself for his death everyday. He was my blood, I loved him so much that it was killing me.
