Hello! =) My name is Filip, and here is a part of my story:
I was born in a forever blessed family with both my wonderful parents (practically) teaching my beloved brother and I about how great Jesus’ sacrifice was, and how to love and fear Him. I was born in the autumn of 2000s with two big blue eyes and blonde hair in an amazing city named Cluj-Napoca in Romania. We lived there in a rented house for a small period of time, and then my family and I moved into a rented apartment in a calm neighbourhood. After a few years, the owner wanted to do something else with the apartment, so we started searching for a new place. My father was a pastor and my mother a primary-school teacher. We didn’t have much money, so my mother’s mother (my grandmother) which at the time lived and worked in the USA found an apartment for sale close to the other one, paid for it and gave it to us. We have since lived there.
During my childhood, I was a happy and playful boy. My imagination was without boundaries. I used to move around the room imagining I was either a superhero saving my family and friends from villains, or a successful businessman, a police officer, a CIA agent, or even the president. I used to plan a lot.
I used to go to an English language kindergarten. There I made a lot of friends, some of whom I still talk to. I still remember that after kindergarten ended, my father used to come to take me home, almost every time bringing me something sweet to chew on. We didn’t have a car at the time, so we used to walk home.
There were Sundays that my brother and I went to my father’s parents (our grandparents in Cluj) to meet our cousins and if it we happened not to go to church, we used to “play church”. My cousin and I were the pastors, my brother was the computer guy whose job was to play the slides during the singing. The other cousin was the “USA guest” that had a greeting from her church there. Our grandparents lived with our great-grandmother and an uncle, and they were sitting there listening to us, singing with us, praying and enjoying our time together.
On other occasions, our grandma’ used to make us french fries with sauce and meat, water with sugar, and cakes. We loved them a lot.
I could’ve died so many times, yet God’s hand was with me. Once I jumped on a well because I got scared by heavy machinery. Fortunately, it had its cover on top that time. Some other time, living on the 9th floor, I got on my window that was wide open and started to balance shouting for my grandfather down my building. Of course, he wasn’t there. When my mother entered the room, she froze. I question myself frequently: These were times I can point in my life, but how many times we don’t even know what we were saved from?
When I was in primary school, I was in the classroom next to my mother’s classroom and we used to see each other a lot. My brother who’s a year and three months older than me was in my mother’s class. Not once did he call my mother “mom” at school, yet at home, he happened to call her “teacher”. If I were to be in her class, I couldn’t call her teacher. Only “mommy”. I’m a momma’s boy. =P
While in primary school, my then best friend and I used to do a lot of stuff together: filming, playing with bb-guns, we used to watch movies together and relax. He now works with me. I remember placing pens on the tramlines with him, standing there to watch what would happen. We enjoyed childhood. We weren’t the type of kids only playing on computers. We were more of an “outdoor type”.
My father was going from time to time to preach to other communities, and this happened a few times on my birthday. I used to miss him. I remember him coming home later during my birthday and I was a bit sad because I wanted him to be there the entire day. I have never shown this and never told him this.
During gymnasium, I was at a Christian school, where you’re supposed to feel safe as a community. Yet, that period of time is the only time I’d love to forever forget. I had awful classmates. We used to make fun of each other, but things went a little bit far. We were talking about too many things that we weren’t supposed to and got me into swearing a lot, talking bad words and being a person that I’d never wanted to become. We were in “the discovery period” of our lives.
On a summer break, I went to a Christian camp where I had a real 1v1 talk to one of the leaders after a very bad thing I did, that required me counselling. That talk changed something in me. I still had to face my parents. (-_Q). My parents took my phone and searched it. They found a lot of messages with different people. Messages about committing suicide. I lied to them about my thoughts. I guess every teen goes through rough times, and some think of these things.
After that talk with the leader, something changed in the way I acted in school as well. After behaving, my classmates started making fun of me also. It’s been disgusting. Fortunately, I was almost done with the gymnasium, preparing to enter high school.
Well…high school, I guess, it’s the best period of time in my life in terms of getting to know new people, life-changing decisions, and many more.
While in the 9th grade, I’ve asked God to lead me in every aspect of my life, and I saw His hand at work. I then gave my life to Him. And still do. Everyday.
During high school, I changed my peer a lot and I can really say what a huge difference that makes.
If gymnasium left me with no belief in people, highschool did the contrary. I was the type of teen that everybody came to with their problems to seek comfort, understanding, encouragement. I was there for anyone that needed a friend. Unfortunately, I only trained friends to be better friends for their best friends. I haven’t had a best friend for a long time. And things used to drown my ships. I used to get myself filled with others’ sad thoughts and I thought there was no one for me. It hurt a lot. Yet I went to school with my smile on and pretend like I slept the entire night instead of crying. During the night, I counselled people, then cried and prayed a lot.
One Sunday, a friend from my church approached me and asked me if I know this person my age she told me about and she told me that he is in a real need of a good friend. I later contacted this person and we started talking. So our friendship has begun and we were together both in joyful and sad moments. I helped him during his not-so-great times, and he did the same for me. We used to pray together, to read the Bible together, we went to different camps together, and he is still my awesome best friend. God blessed me with him ever since and I am honoured to have such a great friend. It turned out I also needed a real friend. =) I’ve seen him change for the better, I’ve witnessed him give his life to Christ, and that was one of the proudest moments in my life. Not long ago he challenged me to talk to my parents about my real thoughts, and I did. It’s been a time full of tears, yet full of healing also.
During my school years, I’ve been the president of my classes for 9 and a half years, and I was invited 3 times to become the president of the County’s Students Council, but unfortunately, I have not accepted the invitation due to stress regarding school preparation.
In 10th grade, I was asked by a hosting company whose customer I was if I’d be interested in working with them, because of my business-improvement ideas I gave them. I was more than happy to see my work is valued. Smart guys =p. I was their customer since 2015 when they opened their company, and I started working on creating and developing game servers for myself, and they hosted them. But the first time I made real money was by mistake when I entered an American website of website templates and I accidentally discovered a way to download all the premium themes without even having an account at all. They paid me my first $500.
During the summer break between the 10th grade and 11th grade I already knew I wanted to start my own IT business: web design and hosting, so in the 11th grade, when I turned 18, I managed to legally open my company after months of praying for a great name. That’s how it got “Angvlar”, a typo of angular (as it is pronounced): angel, angle, being sharp, smart.
In the following years, my company grew, it got new customers, and we started offering more and more products: from web design and hosting, graphic design to access to our own set of platforms like drag-and-drop forms creator, bulk SMS sending, etc. After a while, I started thinking of the future of Angvlar, and God gave me the idea (let’s be clear on something: since I decided to follow Christ, I placed Him as my base, my centre and head, and I ask Him every day to lead every aspect of my life, that’s why all my ideas come from Him. No, I’m not perfect, but I am rescued – I know a wonderful poem about this) to focus my company on business development. So we started publishing more and more platforms and products to help entrepreneurs develop their business. Currently, Angvlar is about helping people develop their companies in the online environment. Recently, I received a new idea: to develop Angvlar in many domains: safety, health, education, properties, food, clothing, IT, transport and entertainment. I am blessed seeing the many ideas I receive from up above.
Now I’m a young entrepreneur that dreams a lot and acts. I love to see people succeed in their lives. No. Not only financially. Firstly spiritually. Soul, mind and body. I also love to see people’s business’ grow. Life’s not only about me. I’m a people’s person.
During high school, I’ve also met a girl whom I’m currently seeing. We met in another edition of the same camp my life turned around. So I can say my life had changed a lot for the better due to this camp. =p =) We pray for each other and hope to have a great future together. We’re still so young, so we are asking for wisdom.
I guess everyone is here for a reason. We all have a purpose. Giving up isn’t the answer, not even when things don’t go as planned. We can choose wether to waste our lives or act. There are so many things I could’ve lost (I invite you to watch the “It’s A Wonderful Life” movie). I encourage you to be a light in the small community you belong to. Help those in need. You can be the answer to someone’s prayers. Your life can turn around for the good. My personal experience is trusting Jesus. I invite you to do the same. It doesn’t mean to be perfect, it means to be loved. I’m not religious. I’m a believer. #ValuedProductOfHisLove
Here’s the poem I talked about:
When I say that ‘I am a Christian’, I am not shouting that ‘I am clean living’. I’m whispering ‘I was lost, but now I’m found and forgiven’. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I’m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I am worth it. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name. When I say ‘I am a Christian’, I’m not holier than thou, I’m just a simple sinner who received God’s good grace, somehow!WHEN I SAY I AM A CHRISTIAN, A Beautiful Poem by Maya Angelou
So that’s my life in a nutshell. I’m planning on writing lots of thoughts on this blog, experiences, I’d love to answer questions and many more. Welcome to my life!