The people that you meet are in your Neighborhood
Hi friend... (putting on shoes)... will you be my neighbor? (putting on sweater) I knew you would... you know why.... cause I like you. Remember the world of perfect neighbors and Mister Rogers? Do you know how good it feels to have good neighbors and to feel safe in your neighborhood? We did too. There is a new guy in our neighborhood 2 doors down and BTW who would be the opposite of Mr. Rogers.... oh yeah...... our new neighbor! He came by our house the other night while I was watching the kids play outside. He handed me a can of some Squirt drink and started to talk to me. I cracked open the can and took a drink and thought... this doesn't taste too good and noticed that ANTI-Rogers was drunk. Then I looked at the can and saw the fine print that said... bebida de alcohol, contenido tequila. Anyway... this guy, who knows a little english, had determined that I was his *homie* as he proceeded to tell me that he dealt drugs in the states and now is conveniently back here cause he "likes it" here. Can you say hiding.... I knew you could. So here in Lazaro he has told me that he "knows" people and can have someone killed and that he has a gun. In fact... he told me that when he goes back to his house he is going to fire off a few rounds. When I asked him why he said because were in Mexico. Along this conversation I had a few questions for him... 1) are you still dealing drugs? 2)where did you learn your english? 3)Aren't guns illegal? I guess looking back these are not the best things to ask but... well... maybe he didn't remember. I did tell him after his "friends" comment that I had a friend too... Jesus Christ and he can change everything. He immediately didn't want to hear anything about it and I told him that whether or not he accepts Jesus that we can still be friends. Well, as the story goes... I asked Amy to "save me" and she called me in shortly after for "help" with the kids. Sure enough about 15 min. later I start hearing gun shots. Amy then says, "don't you think their neighbors or someone would say something to him?" (he rents a room from some of our good neighbors) and I said to Amy, "Would you go talk to a drunk man with a pistol and ask him to stop?"
Good neighbors are hard to find..... Gotta go... here comes the trolley train.
posted by The Gearharts @ 8:21 AM
11 Comments:
That's why I have guns. One way to fight crime is to have more guns than they do. I might live in California, but I'm an Okie at heart! :-)
Sorry to hear about your neighbor. It hits you right at your security center when there are crazies close to home. We're praying that God's own hand will protect you and guide you.
J
Jason That night after we bathed the kids Jeff said, "you really don't want to know what that guy was saying." To which I replied "Who your drinking buddy?" (It really did look like a soda can. Squirt is like sprite here. We had no idea they had alcoholic choices). As Jeff relayed all the frightening things his "Homie" had told him. I am sure Jeff was seeing the...face you give your sweet husband when he shouldn't of told you. He told me "DOOON'T worry I am going to introduce him to Jesus. Everybody needs Jesus, Honey :)" Moments later we heard what sounded like a gun. I agree with Jeff. I think drinking should not be allowed due to a set age. I think people should have to pass a personality test.
Amy G
One day, Jeff's going to be retelling this story about his first convert in Mexico.
...or... it will be the intro to the next after school special.
I had to add that we had a scary neighbor at our old house. Michelle was at home more so she can add more in a separate comment. This lady in her late 50s to early 60s lived next to us. She had a son that came to live with her. He must have been in his late 20s to early 30s. He was very skinny, bad teeth, bad hair, bad comlexion and was very figety (have you caught on that I'm describing a tweeker?).
He would tear cars apart in his mom's backyard and then wouldn't put them back together. He did not have any gainful employment that we could discern. He would have "visitors" coming up our street (it was a dead end) about every 10 minutes. They would talk to him out of the car window, then leave (describing drug dealer for those less observant.)
I and two other neighbors confronted the lady and told her it would stop one way or another, and that if need be, we would intervene. Lucky for us, we ended up moving.
Makes you feel safe don't it?
J
Have you ever tried "Tearing" up cars? Go ahead Tim and say it... I was edumacated in Oklahoma...
J
What? I had to look at the date of this post, but it's too early for April Fool's.
It's a blurry line that distinguishes not being separate from the world b/c you want to provide a Jesus opportunity and allowing someone to put you or family at risk. As a single gal it's *always* been tough to distinguish for me, and I don't even have a family to think about. It surely is a lesson in trusting God.
I know God has protected me from some crazies. I have quite a list. None are beyond the grasp of God, but it was a relief to know that I am not personally responsible for each and every one... I tell ya, the weight of the world is a tough load to carry. Nice to know God is constantly using people and things to reach the hearts of people who are used to distancing Him. I am not a Savior. I am just doing my part.
Far cry from Mister Rogers. True dat.
I'm starting to feel like a cyber vandal, I'm just running around and leaving a "tag" (in the form of a comment) everywhere I go. I didn't even know you guys were in Mexico, or, for that matter, that you have three children! No, I'm not living in a cave, why do you ask? Anyway. Sorry to hear about the loco neighbour.
Jason and Tim did you go to the same school in Ok?
Angie Jeff is possibly the best at conversating with drunk people..or should I say the funniest. Yesterday he was leaving the house and a man was stumbling drunk. He said (in spanish) Heeyy brotherrr. Jeff responded "Do you believe in Jesus Christ" Drunk man "huhh yeah". Jeff said "WELL THEN we are brothers" to which the man exclaimed "Hallelujah".
Su Nice to see you. How is Lubbock. If you could go to Saigon Cafe for me and enjoy a C11 and a Vietnamese Coffee. Tell Helen we said hello.
You think there's more than one school in Oklahoma? I don't know if there's more than one book!
LOL! That's great Jeff!
P.S. Thanks for linking me as "the lovely." So sweet.
I can remember when I was about five, my mom waking me up and seeing my dad in the other room standing next to the window with his riffle. My mom took me and hid me under the desk in another room and told me to stay. Incidently, there was a crazy man outside (our next door neighbor) who was firing his gun and chasing after his wife and baby. He also slit his wrists another time and his wife came running and screaming over to our house to get my mom to call the ambulance. The next neighbors who moved in after them found where the crazy people had been growing pot in the basement. My parents thought a small town was a good place to raise kids. They also came home from church one Sunday and found some drunk man in our kitchen eating the chicken my mom had fixed for lunch. I guess a man's gotta eat, right?
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