As
if my excitement wasn't enough for the day, I had to add to it with a nice
dinner out. It always comes down to "the last supper" except this
time my supper had a minor interruption.
It was around 8pm, I had went home, showered and decided to come back out. It was my last night why be boring and go to sleep? Why not make it interesting? Oh it was interesting.
As I'm walking down the street towards Central Park, there are not many people out and it's a calm and quiet night. At least that's the way it seems. I walk toward the restaurants after the cathedral and hear shouting. I see four to five men fighting. They appear to be young in their early to mid twenties. I decide to get a better view and stand in the doorways to the restaurant. I stand next to a bus boy while they are fighting on the sidewalk in front. As I stand, five to six boys flee the scene. All that is left are these two boys fighting one another and their two friends trying to stop them.
A few seconds later a guy comes running in with a machete( a huge knife that is used in violent fights). Three of them run off and it's just this one guy having a machete swung at his face. When I see this machete, I know I should move, but I just stand still with my hands covering my face. This guy grabs my arm and says, "Come back, it's not safe for you."
We stand back and are still watching. He says he is from Chicago and I am too of course. We can't believe what is happening right in front of our eyes and of All places- the tourist area. Locals having a fight in a tourist area is highly uncommon and I have never seen it.
Unfortunately, this poor boy was not going to win this battle against a machete. His two friends left are screaming and crying. The fight is coming to the end as this poor guy is losing his strength and the machete comes down onto his shoulder cutting into his arm.
The guy runs off and now he is left there bleeding to death. There is no ambulance coming and blood is filling the black pavement. His friends pick him up and carry him to the hospital.
We are in awe of the whole thing just staring at the blood. We decided to take a walk to catch our breath. We are still walking and chatting with people about what happened. This guy is just like me where he talks to strangers with such pleasure and ease. He is originally from Puerto Rico, but he’s lived in Chicago his whole life. He works in the amazing field of water treatment making water cleaner for schools all throughout Central America. He is constantly traveling for work and he is passionate about this cause. I just love meeting people who are passionate about something truly important for human beings and in this case-the world.
The poor quality of water is a huge problem not only in Central America, but all over the world. He is confident that things will improve overtime as long as people keep working towards a cause. It’s such a hopeful voice that touches my heart deeply. He was just a breath of fresh air.
It was around 8pm, I had went home, showered and decided to come back out. It was my last night why be boring and go to sleep? Why not make it interesting? Oh it was interesting.
As I'm walking down the street towards Central Park, there are not many people out and it's a calm and quiet night. At least that's the way it seems. I walk toward the restaurants after the cathedral and hear shouting. I see four to five men fighting. They appear to be young in their early to mid twenties. I decide to get a better view and stand in the doorways to the restaurant. I stand next to a bus boy while they are fighting on the sidewalk in front. As I stand, five to six boys flee the scene. All that is left are these two boys fighting one another and their two friends trying to stop them.
A few seconds later a guy comes running in with a machete( a huge knife that is used in violent fights). Three of them run off and it's just this one guy having a machete swung at his face. When I see this machete, I know I should move, but I just stand still with my hands covering my face. This guy grabs my arm and says, "Come back, it's not safe for you."
We stand back and are still watching. He says he is from Chicago and I am too of course. We can't believe what is happening right in front of our eyes and of All places- the tourist area. Locals having a fight in a tourist area is highly uncommon and I have never seen it.
Unfortunately, this poor boy was not going to win this battle against a machete. His two friends left are screaming and crying. The fight is coming to the end as this poor guy is losing his strength and the machete comes down onto his shoulder cutting into his arm.
The guy runs off and now he is left there bleeding to death. There is no ambulance coming and blood is filling the black pavement. His friends pick him up and carry him to the hospital.
We are in awe of the whole thing just staring at the blood. We decided to take a walk to catch our breath. We are still walking and chatting with people about what happened. This guy is just like me where he talks to strangers with such pleasure and ease. He is originally from Puerto Rico, but he’s lived in Chicago his whole life. He works in the amazing field of water treatment making water cleaner for schools all throughout Central America. He is constantly traveling for work and he is passionate about this cause. I just love meeting people who are passionate about something truly important for human beings and in this case-the world.
The poor quality of water is a huge problem not only in Central America, but all over the world. He is confident that things will improve overtime as long as people keep working towards a cause. It’s such a hopeful voice that touches my heart deeply. He was just a breath of fresh air.
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