For most of his life, Nick felt he was alone and unwanted, but then God showed him that he was loved.
I was born in Romania, however Mum died just as I was born. My dad was unknown until they found records that he was out fighting and got killed before I was born. In other words, I never got to meet my parents, or be held by them. I was a premature baby and very sick, and on machines to keep me surviving as I wasn’t properly formed. After that, I was placed in a very scary orphanage, and some bad things happened there.
When I was five, an Australian couple came to the orphanage to adopt me, and brought me back to their house in Walmer (Vic.), near Castlemaine. This went well for a while, and I started primary school, but I was sick again when I was six and was in the Royal Children’s Hospital for a week. After this, I felt like there was no hope. My parents got impatient and had no understanding. All kids are a handful, but I was such a broken kid, with no love, and it was a nightmare for years.
The schools were great and teachers were always on my side, but I didn’t fit in well with other students and got the same treatment as at home. I then started to connect with naughty students, doing things like smoking cigarettes with those kids and getting into legal trouble by lighting fires in Bendigo. I was so angry at everything.
In 2009, I was placed in foster care and I slowly started to calm down but then I got onto alcohol and drugs with the other kid I lived with. I was moved on to North West Victoria, but the same things happened again. I was relieved when I was 18 and left foster care, but was then led astray and found more druggy friends in the complex of units
I lived in. I was always getting into trouble with the police.
In the middle of 2013 I moved to Kerang with a lovely Christian family. They wanted to bring me hope but their pastor felt bad vibes about me and placed me in a caravan park. However, another Christian couple supported me there, and took me to church.
After that, I went to Bendigo and lived at residential homes but that didn’t work out so I moved to Castlemaine. I did more drugs and alcohol, and also attempted suicide several times.
I thought Christians were a useless bunch of hypocrites, but I tried again at another Castlemaine church and this time the church opened up to me. I thought to myself, “Hmm, something’s good about this place.” The pastor took me out for lunch and hugged me because I was angry and crying. He realised what I needed and encouraged me to come to church more often.
Three weeks later I surrendered to God and found out who this Jesus was. I had to give up my smoking and drug dealing, but I felt a lot of peace in the church and kept going. People are so loving there; perhaps Christians aren’t hypocrites after all!
I was definitely scared the day I got baptised; I was emotional and felt Jesus wrapped his arms around me. I became a different man and since then I’ve tried to help people come to Jesus and tell them about him and how he loves me. I feel that Jesus is always there waiting for me.
I tell people there’s hope out there, and how things have changed for me because of the work God’s done in me, and is still working on. I encourage you all to draw near to him, and know you are loved by Jesus no matter what others think of you or do to you. We are not alone.