When I travel to Mexico there is at least something weird or something scary that has to happen. But this last time I went, I want to say God was with us (my mother and I), saving us from things that could of occurred from being dangerous. As I was traveling with my mom, and moms boyfriend and my cousin to Puebla, a state in south-central Mexico, a beautiful place. My moms boyfriend told us to “be careful don’t let your guard down” that wasn’t scary to me; since I’m already use to someone telling me the exact words when coming to Mexico. As we walked to a block to reach a motel a group of men walk by us, making my mother and I terrified. “hey you kid, what are you staring at!”.. oh no please no not today!… my cousin was making eye contact with them from the moment they passed! My cousin is stubborn and doesn’t like people telling him what to do especially if it means to stay quiet; he’s not a fighter but he just loves to be right all the time. But when it went down to this my cousin kept a straight face we pulled him so we can walk away, we apologized as well; but my cousin was still staring and they kept coming closer, “hey kid, see if you wipe that expression of your face…oh so you want to keep it that way..” gosh!?.. no that man took out a knife..my heart raced, I looked at my mom; I didn’t want to lose anyone like this. The mans crew told him, ” don’t waste your time with them let’s go”.. The man would say, ” no, no, no, I want to show this punk to not mess with me, you see that he’s mocking me…nobody..nobody!! mocks me!!”. My mom in the background you can hear her begging for the man to not harm “us”. Thankfully one of the guys convinced the man to not harm “us” so we rushed to a motel and calmed my mother. That night, my mother and I slept on the same bed; we prayed together for our safety and for those that we care about. Two weeks later, we went to a village called Acatlán de Osorio, we spent almost three weeks there at my grandmas house without any trouble. But one day my mother and I, as well as my cousin were invited for a late dinner over at the center of the village. As we were having a blast it was already 1 AM, and we were suppose to be home an hour ago. My grandma lives on a hill, so it takes a few minutes to go up there. As we walked you can hear crickets and the fresh breeze that blows in your ears, its not pitch black because we have street lights but you are still able to see the stars; as we peacefully walk almost half the hill, from a far distance we hear glass shatter, our block was clear and clean of glass. A car turns around from the next block and drives up the hill crashing into lamppost and a electric post.We realized the man driving was drunk, as he came to our direction both my mom and I, and cousin realized this was time to run, run as far as you can!! my mom ran across the street and I still ran in the same direction that the car was chasing me with my cousin, my mom kept yelling, “KATHLEEN!! MICHAEL!! COME THIS WAY!! COME THIS WAY!!”. For some reason I couldn’t do what was asked I was in a ” fight or flight” moment , I wasn’t thinking straight either and I’m assuming my cousin as well. While we were still running the driver almost caught up to us, but he crashed into my grandmothers electric post and the sparks flew everywhere and over my grandmas house, nearly touching my cousin and I, but her extended rooftop blocked it from happening.. It looked like a hard crash because the drunk driver couldn’t remove its car from the post, when it did it stepped on gas and ran down the hill to the next block disappearing (hit and run). My mom, my cousin and I were gasping for air..but I was so scared I ended up crying, so did my cousin. It was the first time something like a life or death situation ever happened.
