Last Saturday, Jessica and I left the property early. Daniela was home sick. We stopped at the supermarket for a few things and left. As I got to the light, it was red and I stopped. We saw one of Jessi's teachers, so I yelled out the window to her if she wanted a lift with her friend. They passed on it. We waited for the light to change.
Green.
I proceed. I looked to the RIGHT because it doesn't matter what color the light is-- someone could be going through it. I looked left but a truck was already stopped at the light, so I pulled out. Just as I got half way in the road to turn, a motorcyle flew out from passing the stopped truck, and smacked my front bumper. A young boy's face is tattooed in my brain with his mouth and eyes open.
SMASHHHHH.
The back kid (age 15) flew off and he started to scream in hysterics. The driver (age 12) jumped up and tried to get him up. No helmets were worn. I stayed in my car and a police officer was on the corner and ran over yelling at me to pull over. There was a parked motorcycle in my way to park, but he kept hollering to pull over, I opened Jessica's window and yelled at him to stop, I can't pull over or I'll hit that bike!
Finally, I was able to get over and out of the way of traffic. By this time, the classic Dominican crowd starts. I turn to Jessi to stay put and do not get out of this car. I get out and walk to the cop and tell him what happened. Tears are falling, but I pull it together fast because my Spanish goes out the window in a panic. A man came up to my window yelling I need to take the kids to the hospital. I said no. I was not taking bloody teenagers in my car with Jessica. Not happening. I also knew taking him in my car means I am claiming fault as mine. I call Luke frantic needing help to think! He got a hold of our Dominican friend. Out of no where an ambulance pulls up.
We have an ambulance in this country??? They come when called?? Who knew?
The police officer reassures me to calm down, no worries, it isn't my fault.
NO ONE does an investigation. Even though the cop got in my car and I drove up to station, they write nothing down that he was there and said it wasn't my fault, they ran a red. No one talks to anyone on scene for statements.
My friend handles everything. At first they wanted to keep my jeep, but he got them to let it go. They told us to return Monday morning...we do. The Lieutenant got too drunk on the last day of Carnaval, so he didn't come to work. Check back in afternoon. Ok.
Super frustrated to say the least. When I went to the DA with Luke and our friend, the parents of the kids tried to change their original statements. The 15 yo was driving, not the 12 yo. It really doesn't matter, neither is of age, doesn't have a license, didn't wear helmets, and flew through a red. WHY IS THAT even possible to change your statement to the police?? No clue.
They called for the camera at the local supermarket to be reviewed. Amazingly enough the camera wasn't working Saturday. We checked with the restaurant across the street and FOR SOME REASON the police dept didn't think to ask for his videos...and they erase after 3 days. So no videos. They did have photos from the news coverage, but you couldn't see who was passenger or driver. They broadcasted it as an American women ran a red and hit these kids.
Mortified.
All these people present at the scene yet no one knows who was driving and what the light was so it is me against the kids.
The 15 yo broke his femur. His parents want me to cover all his hospital bills. I guess this is normal. They think I have the most money, I should pay and it doesn't matter that a 12 yo was illegally driving. His dad keeps saying he is poor but his family owns a restaurant and a colmado. I cant even afford these bills either!!
All the police involved want a little bit of money. I can't say I blame them. The Lt makes $125 a month. He can't afford to even feed his family on that amount, so he extorts. They all do. It's disgusting. No justice. They'd rather sit around in a room with Jess and I asking if I'm single and looking for a Dominican husband. I clearly said no. He said, "why not?" I said no one was equal to me and I was waiting on God. :) Jess flashed a smile at me. (She hated the police station. She handled everything so well!! When I had to go back on Monday, Jess said, "Mom, take Tio Luke with you! Don't go by yourself")
I woke up today waiting for the video footage. I was so anxious. Scared to go to jail and scared to be sued. As I prayed fervently, I heard some birds outside going wild with noises outside my window...I was reminded that God takes care of the birds...He will take care of me.
I leave you with this little bit.
My friend here was attacked by her neighbors, and her husband as well. The police did nothing about it. An American pastor got in a car accident while on a mission team and was arrested and they stole his passport this week.
I was scared to drive after the accident. I knew fear wasn't of God and had to keep going to not succumb to what the devil was whispering to me. Nay and I headed to Zumba at 545pm Monday night. Just as we approached the school Zumba is at, we heard a car alarm. I looked in my rear view mirror and the car behind me by accidentally side swiped a car. OUR ROADS are so small and this street is a two way, but not enough space for two cars. It is an absolute mess. The MOB of Domincans starts and people are pulling on his car door handles trying to pull him out. We were in awe and were frozen as to what to do!
And then I heard what I have been asking God to reveal for months... Something has changed, I heard in my soul. The end times flashed before my eyes. If I think this place is getting more toxic, it is nothing compared to what we are about to see in the world.
I am not one to scare anyone, but I believe it's coming.
Green.
I proceed. I looked to the RIGHT because it doesn't matter what color the light is-- someone could be going through it. I looked left but a truck was already stopped at the light, so I pulled out. Just as I got half way in the road to turn, a motorcyle flew out from passing the stopped truck, and smacked my front bumper. A young boy's face is tattooed in my brain with his mouth and eyes open.
SMASHHHHH.
The back kid (age 15) flew off and he started to scream in hysterics. The driver (age 12) jumped up and tried to get him up. No helmets were worn. I stayed in my car and a police officer was on the corner and ran over yelling at me to pull over. There was a parked motorcycle in my way to park, but he kept hollering to pull over, I opened Jessica's window and yelled at him to stop, I can't pull over or I'll hit that bike!
Finally, I was able to get over and out of the way of traffic. By this time, the classic Dominican crowd starts. I turn to Jessi to stay put and do not get out of this car. I get out and walk to the cop and tell him what happened. Tears are falling, but I pull it together fast because my Spanish goes out the window in a panic. A man came up to my window yelling I need to take the kids to the hospital. I said no. I was not taking bloody teenagers in my car with Jessica. Not happening. I also knew taking him in my car means I am claiming fault as mine. I call Luke frantic needing help to think! He got a hold of our Dominican friend. Out of no where an ambulance pulls up.
We have an ambulance in this country??? They come when called?? Who knew?
The police officer reassures me to calm down, no worries, it isn't my fault.
NO ONE does an investigation. Even though the cop got in my car and I drove up to station, they write nothing down that he was there and said it wasn't my fault, they ran a red. No one talks to anyone on scene for statements.
My friend handles everything. At first they wanted to keep my jeep, but he got them to let it go. They told us to return Monday morning...we do. The Lieutenant got too drunk on the last day of Carnaval, so he didn't come to work. Check back in afternoon. Ok.
Super frustrated to say the least. When I went to the DA with Luke and our friend, the parents of the kids tried to change their original statements. The 15 yo was driving, not the 12 yo. It really doesn't matter, neither is of age, doesn't have a license, didn't wear helmets, and flew through a red. WHY IS THAT even possible to change your statement to the police?? No clue.
They called for the camera at the local supermarket to be reviewed. Amazingly enough the camera wasn't working Saturday. We checked with the restaurant across the street and FOR SOME REASON the police dept didn't think to ask for his videos...and they erase after 3 days. So no videos. They did have photos from the news coverage, but you couldn't see who was passenger or driver. They broadcasted it as an American women ran a red and hit these kids.
Mortified.
All these people present at the scene yet no one knows who was driving and what the light was so it is me against the kids.
The 15 yo broke his femur. His parents want me to cover all his hospital bills. I guess this is normal. They think I have the most money, I should pay and it doesn't matter that a 12 yo was illegally driving. His dad keeps saying he is poor but his family owns a restaurant and a colmado. I cant even afford these bills either!!
All the police involved want a little bit of money. I can't say I blame them. The Lt makes $125 a month. He can't afford to even feed his family on that amount, so he extorts. They all do. It's disgusting. No justice. They'd rather sit around in a room with Jess and I asking if I'm single and looking for a Dominican husband. I clearly said no. He said, "why not?" I said no one was equal to me and I was waiting on God. :) Jess flashed a smile at me. (She hated the police station. She handled everything so well!! When I had to go back on Monday, Jess said, "Mom, take Tio Luke with you! Don't go by yourself")
I woke up today waiting for the video footage. I was so anxious. Scared to go to jail and scared to be sued. As I prayed fervently, I heard some birds outside going wild with noises outside my window...I was reminded that God takes care of the birds...He will take care of me.
I leave you with this little bit.
My friend here was attacked by her neighbors, and her husband as well. The police did nothing about it. An American pastor got in a car accident while on a mission team and was arrested and they stole his passport this week.
I was scared to drive after the accident. I knew fear wasn't of God and had to keep going to not succumb to what the devil was whispering to me. Nay and I headed to Zumba at 545pm Monday night. Just as we approached the school Zumba is at, we heard a car alarm. I looked in my rear view mirror and the car behind me by accidentally side swiped a car. OUR ROADS are so small and this street is a two way, but not enough space for two cars. It is an absolute mess. The MOB of Domincans starts and people are pulling on his car door handles trying to pull him out. We were in awe and were frozen as to what to do!
And then I heard what I have been asking God to reveal for months... Something has changed, I heard in my soul. The end times flashed before my eyes. If I think this place is getting more toxic, it is nothing compared to what we are about to see in the world.
I am not one to scare anyone, but I believe it's coming.
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