Anons! Today, I came face-to-face with a would be/could be pedophile. Real life, in the flesh, in the wild. Here’s what happened.
I was about to leave a doctor’s office and was making a follow-up appointment. The man checking in next to me was really chatty, talking too loud, and joking with another receptionist as he settled his account. He asked her if she had change for a five hundred-dollar bill. That piqued my interest. The receptionist laughed and said no, of course, and he says, oh, I’m just kidding, it’s HAITIAN MONEY! It’s a Haitian goud, g-o-u-d, he says, and it’s worth about eight dollars.
What’s he doing with Haitian money, I’m thinking. Then, he tells her, yeah, we just got back from Haiti. We go every summer! He tells her how 60% of the population live on $1.50 a day and the other 40% live on $2.50 per day; it’s the poorest country in the Western hemisphere, he says. He goes on to tell her that there’s no clean running water, no sewer system, no garbage pick-up, we’re so spoiled here in the US, and so on and so forth, and oh yeah, we have an ORPHANAGE there, and a TRADE SCHOOL and we spend every summer there, and we just LOVE it. He couldn’t stop talking about how much they LOVE it.
At this point, I’m so distracted, I’m practically ignoring my receptionist, but fortunately, she was having trouble with the computer so I could continue eavesdropping. His receptionist asks whether he takes his whole family, kids and all, with him on these summer excursions, and here he faltered a bit and kind of glossed over her question. He never answered it directly, yet he volunteered that they (whoever “they” are) love it so much they’re planning to MOVE THERE IN JANUARY.
His demeanor was odd, so much more animated and gregarious than most men, although he didn’t seem to be hitting on the receptionist. He positively had diarrhea of the mouth, going on and on, louder than necessary, about how he just couldn’t wait to go back to Haiti. Anons, my mind was racing and my heart was pounding. I wanted to get his name but couldn’t figure out how. But, I got a good look at him and could probably ID him in a photo.
The Great Awakening has seriously changed the way I view the world. A year ago, I might have left the same scenario feeling wholly inadequate in light of this man’s “good deeds.” Instead, I left feeling almost virtuous (rest assured, I am not). I was born woke to a woke mother, but today I got an idea of what Q means when he says the truth will put 99% in the hospital. Until today, pedos were people who live far away in DC and other places nowhere near me and I don’t come into contact with “those” kinds of people. Certainly not at the doctor’s office. The depth, breadth, and proximity of the depravity really hit home.
So, as much as I hate to impugn the character of a perfect stranger, thanks to Q, I find it very difficult to believe this man is moving from a fairly affluent city in the States with every convenience known to man to a sh!thole because he loves helping those children so much. This guy may be completely legit, but people who do this for the love of children don’t broadcast it the way this guy did. I know many people who go to Honduras to help the people there, including a woman who moved there and adopted a baby girl, and they just don’t gush in public like this. In fact, it’s just the opposite. Overall, they are among the meekest, mildest, most private individuals I’ve known.
What do anons think? Am I overreacting? What would you do if you came face-to-face with a would be/could be pedo in your neighborhood?