I have more gratitude today than most days.
Some of my readers bought me coffee. Lots of coffee.
And we're not talking a gas station special, either. I mean an organic, fair trade, extra large, triple shot soy latté, with extra whip and sprinkles on top.
Oh, AND a bag of beans to take home with me.
We now have enough coffee money to last us the 20 days we have to wait for more coffee money. It's a good thing living here is inexpensive.
I know I sent personal thanks to everyone, but still, I want to say thank you again, because you have no idea how grateful I am.
Papi got upset with me, because he doesn't like when people ask for money, but I told him, "Look, I've been writing a blog a day, almost every day since 2010. If I want to start asking for donations for the entertainment that is YOU & I, then so be it. I'm not telling people to pay me to read my work. I'm just saying if you like it, and feel so inclined, buy me a coffee."
Some people really like it.
Some people who can afford to, may want buy me a coffee to show it.
Others write nice comments or private emails expressing themselves with their own words, about my words. Either way, I'm grateful.
Anyway, I shared my coffee money with Prince Papi so he could go buy his OJ.
Should've seen him prance off to the city our village is considered part of; Gaspar Hernández. Now are you complaining about me earning a few donations from my daily writing Papi?
I was a little worried though.
The day we emptied our credit cards, I had tried to drive The Carpenter to get more supplies, only we were diverted when we saw a rather large gathering, police and TV cameras.
Upon reading more on the DR1 Forum, it looks like someone from Sosúa got murdered then dumped in Gaspar. Normally, I equate Gaspar with Whalley in Surrey, but upon looking at the stats of crimes in Canada, it looks like I should be equating it to Prince George!!
Back to the recently departed. He was not a local, he was an Italian expat.
I have the feeling he may have earned the beatings. We were brave enough to look at the pictures after the fact. This was definitely personal.
He wasn't in the drivers seat of his car when he was found, he was in the back, so it seems he was killed somewhere else and dropped in Gaspar. You don't go pissing people off here. It WILL cost you your life.
He was hanging out of his fancy SUV like one of the slack, dead geckos I find in the house periodically, only intensely bloodied.
I think with the extreme beating he took, they will have to use his car for identification.
There was also other woman recently, a French Canadian, who was treating her employee horribly.
Looks like he had enough and killed her too.
I'm happy to say that we treat our workers as best we can, not out of fear, but out of acknowledgement of their work. We feed them when we have extra, I put my water machine outside so that they can have cold water while they work and we bend over backwards to make sure they know how much we appreciate all they do.
Even if it means I drag my lazy ass outside to fill up on my own water, I don't care, because they're happy. It's so nice when they're happy.
Even the crankiest man has become my friend, and today, he made sure my ripe papaya was plucked before it died.
Most people will just put the jug of water out and let them fend for themselves, but I can't do it. They deserve cold water.
Normally, when the money is flowing a little better, in the afternoon they get a treat; ice tea, juice, soda or beer.
So hopefully, we won't be getting beaten any time soon.
Especially now, because the village knows we're broke. Word travels fast when people are broke, because there's no point asking for anything.
We have nothing to steal when we're out and about, short of some coffee money.
Anyway, showing you like my entertainment feels like a standing ovation, and that just feels grand.
It's good to know that when I give, sometimes, I receive.
The angels are working.
But I still need a job.
However, it will not be in Gaspar Hernández.
Some of my readers bought me coffee. Lots of coffee.
And we're not talking a gas station special, either. I mean an organic, fair trade, extra large, triple shot soy latté, with extra whip and sprinkles on top.
Oh, AND a bag of beans to take home with me.
We now have enough coffee money to last us the 20 days we have to wait for more coffee money. It's a good thing living here is inexpensive.
I know I sent personal thanks to everyone, but still, I want to say thank you again, because you have no idea how grateful I am.
Papi got upset with me, because he doesn't like when people ask for money, but I told him, "Look, I've been writing a blog a day, almost every day since 2010. If I want to start asking for donations for the entertainment that is YOU & I, then so be it. I'm not telling people to pay me to read my work. I'm just saying if you like it, and feel so inclined, buy me a coffee."
Some people really like it.
Some people who can afford to, may want buy me a coffee to show it.
Others write nice comments or private emails expressing themselves with their own words, about my words. Either way, I'm grateful.
Anyway, I shared my coffee money with Prince Papi so he could go buy his OJ.
Should've seen him prance off to the city our village is considered part of; Gaspar Hernández. Now are you complaining about me earning a few donations from my daily writing Papi?
I was a little worried though.
The day we emptied our credit cards, I had tried to drive The Carpenter to get more supplies, only we were diverted when we saw a rather large gathering, police and TV cameras.
Upon reading more on the DR1 Forum, it looks like someone from Sosúa got murdered then dumped in Gaspar. Normally, I equate Gaspar with Whalley in Surrey, but upon looking at the stats of crimes in Canada, it looks like I should be equating it to Prince George!!
Back to the recently departed. He was not a local, he was an Italian expat.
I have the feeling he may have earned the beatings. We were brave enough to look at the pictures after the fact. This was definitely personal.
He wasn't in the drivers seat of his car when he was found, he was in the back, so it seems he was killed somewhere else and dropped in Gaspar. You don't go pissing people off here. It WILL cost you your life.
He was hanging out of his fancy SUV like one of the slack, dead geckos I find in the house periodically, only intensely bloodied.
I think with the extreme beating he took, they will have to use his car for identification.
There was also other woman recently, a French Canadian, who was treating her employee horribly.
Looks like he had enough and killed her too.
I'm happy to say that we treat our workers as best we can, not out of fear, but out of acknowledgement of their work. We feed them when we have extra, I put my water machine outside so that they can have cold water while they work and we bend over backwards to make sure they know how much we appreciate all they do.
Even if it means I drag my lazy ass outside to fill up on my own water, I don't care, because they're happy. It's so nice when they're happy.
Even the crankiest man has become my friend, and today, he made sure my ripe papaya was plucked before it died.
Most people will just put the jug of water out and let them fend for themselves, but I can't do it. They deserve cold water.
Normally, when the money is flowing a little better, in the afternoon they get a treat; ice tea, juice, soda or beer.
So hopefully, we won't be getting beaten any time soon.
Especially now, because the village knows we're broke. Word travels fast when people are broke, because there's no point asking for anything.
We have nothing to steal when we're out and about, short of some coffee money.
Anyway, showing you like my entertainment feels like a standing ovation, and that just feels grand.
It's good to know that when I give, sometimes, I receive.
The angels are working.
But I still need a job.
However, it will not be in Gaspar Hernández.
i pay my bills with love as i know abundance flows freely through me
You deserve the coffee and so much more for all of the joy you bring with your blog!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately (as you are only too well aware), being nice to others never guarantees that bad stuff isn't going to happen to you. But I can't let the slight chance that I could get hit by a bus or shot make me live in fear, right?
exactly. bad things happen to good people. and nothing will stop me from trying to be a nice person always.
ReplyDeleteno matter what. i try.
if it backfired and the person is not nice back, i'll continue on looking for more nice people and treating them nicely.
can't stop me hehehe
Holy scariness, Batman! Lemme know where to send the OJ! Don't want you guys getting beaten down.
ReplyDeleteAnd tell Papi that people FEEL GOOD when they have an opportunity to do something for others. :) It's not about payment or a service. It's about sharing what we have - the best lesson my Mama Bird taught me.
:) OJ was successfully delivered and nobody died lol!
Deletethank you so much my dear ... for your generosity ... and the words that i'll be telling papi to read. he's a proud one. too proud for his own good sometimes.
xoxoxoxo your karma will be returned tenfold.