Post for November 7, 2019
Welcome to this week’s update on The Journey Of 2. As always, Jamie and I appreciate all of you who take the time to follow our journey as we serve God in Costa Rica.
Jamie and I had a typical day serving at Casa Esperanza today. Typical in that all sorts of things happened inside and outside the building.
Today post is about what was happening outside the building.
As many of you may know, I am the ‘doorman’ for Casa Esperanza. Normally, I stand inside the door. Today the weather was so nice that I spent most of my time standing outside in front of the door.
This gave me easy views up and down the street. In between opening and closing the door for women as they enter and exit Casa Esperanza, I keep an eye on who’s passing by and/or hanging out around the entrance.
When standing inside my view is limited to about 100 feet in each direction. Standing outside, my view is a good two blocks each way.
So, here’s what I witnessed. While two police officers were shaking down one of the street ladies on the corner, across and to the west of us, there were four guys (two sitting on the curb and two standing in the street) just outside Casa Esperanza arguing over a small bag of crack.
I was actually laughing about the fact that the two cops were being so thorough checking the street lady that they were totally missing the blatant activity just down the street from them. One of the cops kept looking down our way but seemed oblivious as to what was going on.
Eventually, they let the girl go. By then the four guys had divided up their crack and had gone on down the street.
As all this was going on I was also watching three tourist on the opposite corner from the two cops, who were by then shaking down two guys. One tourist seemed to be reading a tourist flyer while another appeared to be looking through a small book, which seem to me to be a translation book. The third person for sliding his finger on his phone as if to be looking for something.
I was contemplating walking down there. They were obviously in the wrong place and, I believe, they were trying to figure out which way to go.
I was sort of amazed at the fact that the cops shaking down two guys across the street didn’t indicate to them that it was not a place to hang out and look lost.
Right about then they decide to head west, bad choice; which they promptly followed with an even worse choice by turning north on the next block. They literally could not have gone in a worse direction.
About five minutes later I watched one of the cops start talking on his radio and the next thing I knew they were both running down the street in the direction of where the tourist had gone.
About ten minutes later there were a several police, in cars and on foot, criss-crossing the streets around us.
About ten minutes after that a guy walked by Casa Esperanza. He was flipping through a small book. As he went by I noticed he was wearing a back pack that look very similar to the one the guy tourist was wearing.
And this was a fairly slow day on the street.
Ronald L. McDonald