Treasure in the attic

I found a treasure in the attic: a folder containing stories I wrote as a teenager! Since so many people have asked me why I write in English, I've decided to post little something I wrote when I was about 13 or 14 years old that explains it. I'd been learning English for 3 or 4 years and I copied the text including all the mistakes to prove that I'm not a native speaker.

"The moon speaks English
When I walked my dog in the evening, it was a clear, nice night. I understood, that if I'm sad, I have to speak English. There was no one who could have heard me, but I felt that there was somebody; he heard what I said. I felt he understood me, he wanted to help me. I felt it. It was someone who loved me, he took me in his arms, told me that I should sing something, it would help me. I tried it. First I sang slowly and quietly, then I felt the life coming back to me. I got courage, sang more lowd, the sadness went gone, there are moments, you remember all your life! this one of this moments! Suddenly I knew, that the moon understood me. The moon speaks English."

I have no memory of that incident, but I know now that the someone I describe in this passage is not the moon, it is Jesus. For a long time, English has been the language of my heart and I often pray in English.