Out last night and an ambulance went by. It’s not a common sight. It was a wild evening and it was felt on the street, the street that was filled with people. Youth zoomed by with reckless abandon on their motos weaving in and out of traffic. Popping “wheelies” at break-neck speeds they went. The vibe was restless, nervous … What was up? With the ominous feeling in the air it was time to go home. I knew it was time to go as the hairs stood straight up on the back of my neck. It was just after 9:00pm.
Yesterday the sun set on another life. About a 1/2 hour earlier, there was a fatal stabbing just down the street and up the road. Again, a crowd had gathered. Riding home you knew, you simply knew. The moment you saw the crowd out of the ordinary and in an out of the ordinary place. Why is it ALWAYS at that hour? Why is it always a block from home.
These violent occurrences make my heart ache. This was a young man stabbed above the heart and I assume he bled out rapidly. Another drug related death in the Republic. Tonight, out for a treat of Pica Pollo (a Dominican delicacy of fried chicken, a heart attack waiting to happen), a man showed a photo of the deceased taken on his phone. Dominican paparazzi … it’s amazing how youth think to snap pictures. I know that would be the last thought on my mind.
THIS, is paradise, with it’s hidden darkness. Welcome to Holy Week. Quite the entrance to the holiday. Now, a mother’s sorrow … a father’s shame.
This coming week will go on having many traffic fatalities. Statistically, this is the week with the highest number of traffic accidents in the year. It feels like all of Santo Domingo empties out and heads to the beach. Very peaceful in the city. But, combine partying and high alcohol consumption and driving, and you have a recipe for disaster.
This is Holy Week, I ask that you all remember the less fortunate in your prayers, and safe passage for all, dead … and alive.
Listen to the palms…
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