Eloisa GarzaSeptemer 13, 2011English 1301Mr. Joseph Haske The Worst Trip To MexicoMost teenaged people think that parents exaggerate a lot when we ask for permission to something and they tell us ???No it is not safe???. But most of teenaged don??™t know and don??™t understand that your parents are always right that if they tell you NO is because all the years they are older than us is because they have pass through a lot of things; they have learn from their mistakes and they don??™t what us to being at risk of making tragic mistakes. A few month ago I was one of those teenage girls.It all started a day before; I was way too furious at my boyfriend for some stupid reason. My troublesome boyfriend Jose was asking me to go to the city of China, in the state of Nuevo Leon, Mexico to talk out our differences. He was not able to come because he was having some trouble with some of his co-workers.
At the beginning, I didn??™t want to go because I knew everything was bad with all the drug dealers, soldiers and the police, but in the end he convinced me to go. When I talked to my mom for permission, she was not sure about letting me go because my father was not going to be in town for the weekend because he had already made plans to leave to the ranch with my cousins for some deer shooting time. Even though it was hard to convince her, I did.I left with my aunt Dina, my mother??™s sister. In the beginning we were all happy, at the moment we got to Tamaulipas; I started getting a bad feeling. We got to General Bravo, Nuevo Leon, and everything was just fine.
The same Friday I got there, I talked to my boyfriend, we solved our differences, and then he dropped me off at my house. I was a little scared because I was home alone and it was difficult for me to sleep, but I was exhausted and eventually fell asleep. The next morning was beautiful; the sun was shiny, I was happy, and everything was right in place. I started to think that all the horrible things people were saying about the fight between the drug dealers and police was just gossip. Around 7 p.m. my boyfriend, picked me up to take me to dinner. After eating some tacos, we went cruising at what we call ?????™el centro??™??™, which means downtown.
We got bored because the town was dead. I told my boyfriend to go get some movies at the store, which was near. While we were searching for a movie and deciding which one to buy, my boyfriend, received a call from one of his friends who live ten minutes from China, Nuevo Leon. I noticed he was nervous and scared; he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corner of the store. Then I asked him what was going on, but he didn??™t had to answer because at the moment I finished the question I heard gun shots. All the people in the store, including my boyfriend and I, went to hide in the restroom because it was the safest place to be in.
All of us were crying and my boyfriend placed his arms around me, hugged me hard, and told me that everything was going to be fine. He was trying to protect me. The fight and the shooting between the soldiers, the Zetas, and The Cartel del Golfo, lasted about 30 minutes. It was horrible hearing all of the people screaming and yelling, all bad words, and trying to kill each other. After everything was over, we decided to go out and check if it was really over so we could go home. When we looked at the streets the only thing we saw were soldiers picking up dead bodies. There was blood everywhere and I was scared.
A soldier approached us and asked if we lived in the house that was on the second floor of the store; I told him I lived outside of that town and asked him whether it was appropriate to go to our homes, but he said the road was not safe yet and said we should wait a little longer so he, along with the other soldiers, could try to take us home as soon as possible. An hour and a half passed, but it felt like two days. Finally, the soldier asked us where I lived and I told him that my home was in General Bravo, Nuevo Leon, and my boyfriend??™s was near there. They told us it was not safe to take me home, for me to stay at my boyfriend??™s house. My boyfriend??™s family told us the same thing; that it was not safe to take me home.
I was really scared about what my mother would say, but I called her anyway. At the beginning she was kind of mad because I did not want to listen to her and stay with her, but at the end she agreed with my boyfriend??™s mom and told me to stay there. The next morning at 7 am Jose took me home where I waited for my dad to get there and tell him what happened last night. My dad was really mad at me because since I told him I was going over there he did not want me to go, but at the end he was happy that nothing had happened to me.I was so traumatized by seeing how people can kill and fight for some stupid thing like drugs and compete to win the respect of the people in the town. But they don??™t know that the only thing they are doing is scaring all the people in the town.
That night changed my life completely. It helped me understand that we should live every day like it was the last day of our life. Since that night, I am a better person and I try to be happy most of the time, but now I listen more to my parent because I learn that if they tell you that is not safe to go they tell you that because they know it is not safe; not because they want to make your life miserable. That is the reason why it was the worst trip to Mexico.