COSTA RICA SUPER HERO

My son, the extremely tall handsome one is a hero! That is right he is like the hero of Heredia at this very moment. Saturday night I returned home after a month in Arizona and Texas and I was warmly greeted by the clan. It was a great welcome home party, but the tall one was missing.
About the time we finally decided to eat we got a phone call. He was calling to tell us that he had to go to the police station. You can imagine our gut twisting with this call, having one in jail in the U. S. is bad enough! But he then went on to tell us the whole story.
Apparently he had just gotten off the bus from San Jose in downtown Heredia and was walking over to get his connecting bus home. As he was walking down the street he noticed a couple. The guy was bear hugging the girl from behind and she was screaming. At first he thought they were a couple arguing, understandable since he still does not have mastery of Spanish. He kind of paused and looked closer as she called for help. He finally asked her in Spanish if everything was alright. She just looked at him and yelled in English no HELP! That was all he needed. He jumped on the guy and shoved him away. The guy actually came back and tried to grab her again. He was after her cell phone by the way. He grabbed him and pushed him again, this time hard enough to knock him down.
I guess he finally decided that he had had enough and he took off running. Two guys that were also watching joined in the chase and the three of them knocked him down and held him until the cops showed up.
When the cops got there they actually took all of them down to make a statement against the guy. They probably let him go five minutes later, but at least that was one less cell phone they got that night!
There is a movement among the youth to take the streets back. There have been about three incidents my son has witnessed where the people are chasing the robbers off and sometimes pummeling them pretty good. He even saw two cops taking care of a guy with their fists.
I am just proud that my son had the sense and courage to help someone. I did ask him to hold off if they had a gun or knife.

DAY FROM DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS

My poor grand daughter is sick. Her daddy took her to the clinic today and she had to have not one but four shots! They wanted to give her penicillen, which I did not even know they still used, and they wanted to check her first to make sure she had no allergies to it. So they gave her two shots in one arm and had her wait thirty minutes. After that they gave her another dose in the other arm and waited another thirty minutes. At this point they decided it was safe and brought her in for the last shot of antiobiotics in her butt.
Now anyone with a four year old can imagine her horror and fear by this point. And of course my daughter is trying to comfort her and convince her that it is not going to hurt. Yeah right mom if it hurt in my arm it is really going to hurt in my butt. And she was right, and she screamed and fought like crazy.
So by the time she got to Grandmas house she was wiped out and just down right pissed off. The cure? Cookies of course. As you can see the cookies did not quite make it to her, but they did help her mom who was pretty wiped out and stressed out herself!

While Dad took the baby girl to the clinic we kept baby boy. Here is his auntie taking care of her. Not sure why the crown, makes her feel like the boss I suspect! Considering the fact that he weighs almost as much as her, it is funny to see her baby him so much. And he loves it by the way.
The fun part was taking him to massage class. He was watching Grandpa do massage and laughing. He thought is was great fun just to watch.
About the time the milk man showed up with our milk and I went to put it in the fridge, I realized our fridge was not working AGAIN! This is the third time in four months that our fridge has gone out on us. AUghghghghgh!
The next straw was my sons hearing that got forwarded for the sixth time! That of course is another story for another blog, but was sure disappointing for all involved.
The final straw? Having to send my hubby to a neighborhood meeting about how to keep the thieves from robbing us and our kids in our neighborhood! That just makes me angry. These bullies actually gang up on the innocent and steal their money, food, and even their clothes. They even roughed up a couple of teenage girls.
Hubby said the cops were there and just tried to blame the fact they were not on top of things on everyone and everything else. They even said that compared to San Jose we live in a very safe neighborhood. I don't really see how 10 armed robberies in 15 days could be considered safe by any definition of the word.
When the teenage girls who were robbed spoke up they said they called the police and they never showed up ! Like never! The cops said if no one shows up try the police station in Santo Domingo, the neighboring town! How do you like that?
As I said the day from double toothpicks! The good news? I am getting a rolfing treatment on my low back tomorrow and maybe it will help! That would erase all the bad news of today and make me very happy!