The Good Samaritan

La Paz is not the easiest place for someone to live, particularly for someone who is not raised here. I, being someone who has lived here before, can empathize with others who are experiencing La Paz for the first time. In fact, they are generally easy to pick out … they are those who are constantly looking up and around with their eyes wide open (and most likely out of breath because of the altitude). The other day, I ran into a particularly troubled man. He appeared as though he had been to hell and back. He had a brace around almost every joint, his arm was in a sling, his thigh was wrapped in bandage, he was wearing a neck brace, and, oddly, he was reduced to just his undies. Yes, I was shocked and immediately felt obliged to help him. At first look, I was fully confident that he spoke English – he fit the tourist’s description, including the stunned facial expression. I approached him and asked if he needed any assistance, in English … no response. I asked again … no response. I started communicating in Spanish and, still, no luck! I was clearly frustrated by this point; people were even walking by and shaking their heads in disappointment (some snickering in response to how rude this man was!). Maybe he was deaf? Thinking on my toes, I acted out my words and clearly articulated my words so he could read my lips – I did this in both Spanish and English! NO RESPONSE! Fine, that’s the last time I try to help anybody out. While walking away I quickly took a picture so I could remember what a real jerk looks like!