An Observation Of Inhumanity
"Oh, it is such a beautiful day! I believe I will go to that hardware outlet up in the mountains and see the specials they have so I can fix my gate," the woman said to herself. She took herself to the older Mazda pickup that had been parked a few days and started it. Knowing the gas gauge didn't work, she contemplated how much fuel was in it. "Oh, there is surely enough to go there and back," she said. She backed the truck out of her drive where she lived in the pueblo of Trujillo Alto, Puerto Rico and shifted the gears as she had for many years. The drive was beautiful. Flowers were blooming and birds were chirping. Arriving at the store on the edge of Trujillo Alto and Carolina, she looked around and didn't find the parts she desired. "Oh well, it was still a beautiful day for a drive," the woman told herself. "I have laundry to do though. I better go home."
"Oh, such a beautiful day," both Maggie and I exclaimed! Just days before, we had the Pastors of our church here to visit and they had brought tents for us to keep here. We have had a desire to be more involved with the activities of the church and we had many of the members come out before. With these tents, we can have Bible study or even worship services here. The day before, we had set the tents up and we decided to move them down to a flat spot on the property. We did this and as we sat inside the screen enclosure (see the picture), we felt the presence of God.
Maggie was on the phone with her daughter, as I made coffee. "We are out of drinking water," I proclaimed to the woman I love. We decided to go fill the jugs at a special place the pueblo of Carolina had made for people in the area to get clean water. We decided we would go ahead and visit Lastheart's daughter and other family members while we were out. We would drive the back route through the mountains. This is a scenic drive, but there are many curves and somewhat treacherous.
The truck started puttering. The woman realized that she should have stopped at the gas station. No phone and no gas can, and here she was going up a mountain road and the truck is stalled. The tears and fear slipped into her mind. "What will I do?"
Cars and trucks slipped past her; no one stopping.
There have been cases of people stopping to help others and people running out with guns and robbing them. "Is this why no one will help," she asked herself.
The time kept rolling and cars, trucks and motorcycles sped past. No one could see the tears and her crying out for help.
"God please help!"
"My goodness, there is a truck almost in the middle of this narrow road," I said to Maggie. We drove past and both of us looked over at the woman who had her head bowed and looked to be in trouble.
"Should we stop? Is she ok," we asked each other. I pulled the car over and Maggie yelled back in the native Spanish tongue used in Puerto Rico.
As Maggie talked with the woman, it was determined that she was out of fuel and she was concerned her brakes may give out if she tried to back in neutral down to a flat area, not to mention, when the power is off on a truck like this, the power steering is also out.
We thought on courses of action, as I waved vehicles around. We decided Maggie would go for gasoline and a gas can and the woman handed her a twenty dollar bill. I would guide traffic as my wife drove back to a gas station in the pueblo of Carolina.
My Study of Humanity
I started counting and looking at the types of vehicles that I waved by. No talking with the woman, as I only know English and she Spanish.
I counted and counted.
41 cars and trucks of many types and models.
3 big trucks hauling goods and materials.
3 school buses.
1 Church van with 3 people (2 men and 1 woman).
Not 1 of those vehicles asked if we needed help. Many sped by like we were a nuisance. 2 vehicles had people that yelled what seemed to be derogatory comments.
A church van not offering to help? 2 men inside?? We wonder why people are disheartened by so-called Christians?
Maggie pulled up and had spilled a bit of the gas in the car. The smell was extreme as I took the gas can from her. I put the gas in the truck and the woman attempted to start it. With the truck going up a mountain, the gas was not reaching the engine. Maggie had told the woman that I could back the truck while not running, and now she knew this would have to be. She got out of the truck and as I was getting in, Maggie said, "here comes police!" The cop drove by giving us dirty looks and didn't stop to ask.
I backed the truck down and started it. I drove it back up and we followed the woman to a gas station in Trujillo Alto. The car smelled of gas, but both Maggie and I felt a peace knowing we had done a good thing.
Now I have something to say. I need to yell it!
WHY DO YOU THINK GOD DESTROYED SODOM AND GOMORRAH? IT IS BECAUSE PEOPLE LIKE THIS. ALL OVER THE WORLD, PEOPLE HAVE BECOME COLD AND CALLOUS.
A CHURCH VAN WITH MEN?
A POLICE CAR?
THAT IS WHAT GETS ME. POLITICS IN PUERTO RICO HAS EXCLAIMED THAT THE POLICE NEED TO BUILD THEIR REPUTATION BACK TO A BETTER STATUS. DO YOU THINK THEY ARE DOING THAT BY PASSING UP A SITUATION WHERE HELP IS NEEDED?
WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN YOU NEED HELP AND PEOPLE BYPASS YOU?
We as humans need to help other humans.
Yes, bad things have happened when helping, but is that a good reason to quit helping? If we allow fear to win, we deserve to be destroyed.
C,mon people. Think and act like humans and not animals.
God is watching!
© G.L. Boudonck