The Most Expensive Coke I Never Drank Part 3

Get up-to-date by reading Post 1 and Post 2 of this blog series first!

It was a huge blessing to get our passports at the U.S. Embassy in Costa Rica within 20 minutes. As we walked out of the doors, I think both David and I felt like yelling out for joy. One major hurdle had just been crossed much quicker than we had anticipated.

We got to the van where Edwin was waiting and the first thing he tells us is that it looks like we won’t be able to leave the country until the next day. The police station had called him while we were in the embassy and needed us to come back to complete another report as well as to meet with a judge.

I was kind of caught off guard. Everything within me resisted the whole idea of having to stay another day. I had already been away for 9 days and even if we caught a flight that afternoon, this whole day would be over by the time we got home. I asked how long Edwin thought it would take, but he could not say. We quickly started figuring out how long it would take us to drive from the embassy to the police station and then back  to the airport. It looked as if it was going to be tight on timing.

David and I both resisted a little more, explaining that it was simply our desire to go home, but Edwin insisted that our testimony could help get the robbers off the streets which in return could help the local community including the families and children we had been ministering to all week. So, we compromised.

I told Edwin that we would go fill out the extra report and if there was time we would  talk with the judge if that is what they wanted, however, we would be leaving at 10:30 am local time. Edwin started driving to the police station, and of course, traffic was extremely heavy. It seemed like the day was going by so slow, but the time on the clock was ticking by faster and faster. Had I known what had just taken place in the United States with Congressman Frank’s office in assisting us with expediting our passports, I’m not sure we would have even risked going to the police station.

We finally arrived at the police station and it was nothing but confusion. We first had to get through security and then as we proceeded to the first office, the same place we gave the report the night before, we discovered after wasting valuable time that we were in the wrong place. They sent us to another office, once again it was a dead-end. David and I decided during our walk between offices that if it did not appear we were making any progress in the next fifteen minutes, we were just going to leave, even if we had to take a cab. We already considered all of our stuff a total loss anyway. We just wanted to get home. Finally, the third office that we stopped at was the right one. We waited and waited some more. Finally, Edwin got someone’s attention and told them what the situation was and how we were short on time, because we were determined to catch a flight back to the U.S. at 1 pm. The judicial office moved quickly.

We were immediately called back where we gave our testimony and description of the robbers, all of this seemed like a total waste of time since the restaurant provided the police a video of the suspects. We finally signed the paperwork and signed Edwin over as our representative in-case they needed a local contact. As soon as we were finished we checked the time, it was 10:35 a.m. – It appeared we were in the clear to make it to the airport on time.

We were also on a time crunch to get to a WIFI spot so that I could contact Nicki to make sure we had a ride. The only communication we would have was SKYPE. My only set of keys to my Nissan Altima were in my book bag. Nicki was working all throughout the day to get the car towed and a new key programmed. She had to know if we were on our way home in time to get to Atlanta, pick-up the car, and then get to the airport to pick-up David and me. We got to the airport and there was no WIFI. The free WIFI zone was not working, and the only other place that offered it wanted $30 a person to enter and use the internet. We were running out of time, I had to notify Nicki from the airport so she had time to make all of the arrangements.

I finally found a booth selling 20-minute international phone cards for $5. Fortunately our flight was delayed by 45 minutes, so this bought us a little extra time. Finally, we could slow down and breathe. I called Nicki only to get more bad news, it cost $483 to replace my keys. Fun! But, the good news was, we had our tickets home, and thanks to Drew’s mom, she got the change of flight fee of around $300 waved the night before. Nicki would be at the airport to pick us up when we arrived in the states.

I would like to say a special thank you to Billy and Seree Wilson for dropping what they were doing that day to assist Nicki. It’s always a blessing for a pastor to know there are people at home watching after and caring for their family while they are away. Billy took off work early to drive to Atlanta to help Nicki get my car and to make sure we got home safe. By the time I arrived in Atlanta I had been up for around 43 hours, so Billy drove my car home while I rested with Nicki and David in their van as Seree drove us home. We finally arrived home around 12:30 am on Wednesday. I was exhausted but grateful and excited how God worked all things together for the good to get us home.

Like I said in my first post. The robbery was only the beginning of a whirlwind day. Getting home was more stressful than being robbed. There are so many people to thank. It is amazing to see the church and family rise up in times of need to make things happen. It is the greatest network I have ever experienced.  I would like to once again thank Drew’s mom, Kim Writer, for all she did the night of the robbery with phone numbers, flight scheduling and financial savings. I would like to thank, my wife, Nicki Carnes, for all of her support and hard work at home to get the car issue situated with the hotel and Nissan and for being there when I got home. I would like to thank my brother-in-law, Clay Brewer, for having the intuition to contact my brother, Ben. I would like to thank Ben for pulling Congressman Franks out of a meeting to take care of business, as well, I would like to thank Congressman Trent Franks for getting the ball rolling immediately with his staff. I would like to thank, Greg and Michele Hansel for caring for Billy and Seree’s children, so they could drive Nicki to Atlanta, and once again, for Billy and Seree with all they did to help us get home. Finally, I would like to thank everyone who prayed for our missions team and for David and me while we were stranded. I thank God for you and I thank God he heard and answered your prayers.

Until next time… 🙂

The Most Expensive Coke I Never Drank

I will post about our last day of ministry in Costa Rica a little later. I really enjoyed how we got to serve on Monday and would love to share those stories. But right now, I feel I should share with everyone the events surrounding my getting stranded in Costa Rica since word has gotten out through various means of communication. I know how easy it is for stories to change over the course of several conversations.

Monday was a full day of ministry and I was very thirsty before dinner. We went to Edwin’s (the leader of La Roca) house for dinner. His wife cooked us an authentic Colombian dish that was very delicious. I drank a small cup of juice that Christa made, but it didn’t really quench my thirst. Drew and I talked about going to the mart to grab a Coke Zero once we got to La Roca that evening, but ended up not going as we spent all of our time hanging out with the students one last time.

As soon as we got back to the hotel where we were staying, David Brown and I decided we would walk down the street to a mart to grab a drink. Drew decided he would stay back, so David offered to buy him a drink while we were gone. We walked to the mart across the street (maybe 500 ft. away) and asked if they took U.S. Dollars. The man replied no, but pointed to the Chinese Restaurant back across the street which was still maybe only 150 yards away from our hotel. We walked over and went in.

We walked by this Chinese Restaurant several times during the week and I have never seen anyone eating in it. It was the same on Monday night. We stopped in around 10:30 p.m. and it was vacant as usual. We asked if they had Coca-Cola Light (Diet Coke) and the man pulled out a couple of bottles. David then told him he wanted two regular cokes, so the man grabbed them as well. As soon as we had the drinks, we asked the cashier how much we owed. He struggled a bit, looked around his counter  a while and then went and asked for help. He came back and told us what was equivalent to $6 USD. David pulled his cash out to pay for the three drinks he was buying for himself and a couple of the guys back at the hotel, but I had a twenty dollar bill. It would be better for me to use the twenty on four drinks rather than just one, so I handed the man my money and told David that I would buy all of the drinks. The cashier couldn’t figure out what $20 USD was equivalent to in his currency (Colones), so I pulled out my phone and opened the calculator app to show him how many colones he owed me in return. I started explaining that my $14 USD change was equal to…

Ch-Ch…It was the sound of a gun cocking behind David and me. I immediately thought, “We’re getting robbed. This is really happening!” We’ve all heard about being robbed or others being in a place that was held-up by a gunman, but it was actually happening to me, in Costa Rica. We were being robbed at gunpoint.

The man started yelling stuff in Spanish as I turned to look at him. I saw 33 men carrying grenades, machine guns and a whole arsenal of weapons, okay, more like a gunman and two other men walking in; the gunman in the middle and the two other men on the left and the right of the restaurant. The robber on my side of the restaurant was tightening a hood from his jacket over his head. I had my wallet in my hand, so I quickly turned back towards the counter with my back towards the robbers. I stuck my wallet in the top waist band of my athletic shorts. The robbers would have to demand my wallet from me if they saw my brilliant swift move to hide it…. “Clank!” My heart dropped (no that was not the sound of my heart dropping), not because we were being robbed, David and I were not nervous or scared at all, my heart dropped because so did my wallet right through my shorts and it made a “clank” sound as it landed open on the ground by my feet. The cards in my wallet didn’t make it a quiet exchange! This was a miracle….The wallet landed open with the inside (where the money and cards go) facing the ground, but it also landed in the exact same direction of my foot. Something told me, “Nick, step on it!” So, I did.

The next thing I know, my phone is being snatched from my hand and as I look to my right, one of the robbers was going through my bag. He only had two cables pulled out, the charger to my iPad and the cable for my iPod, both of which were in my bag. My initial thought was, “Great! If this is all he grabs, I am doing good, my iPad is hidden!” Meanwhile, David is explaining to the leader that we, “No hablan español. No comprendemos!” He then slides his cash towards the robber and says, “Here!” The third robber went towards the back of the counter and the leader yelled something which stopped him, he grabbed my twenty dollar bill from the counter and the other two robbers grabbed our entire bags and briskly walked out of the restaurant.

I was immediately angry, and told David my passport was in my bag, for which he replied that his was too. Before you lecture me on not carrying that around, there is a long story why we had it at that time. I went to go leave to see where the men went, to get their license plate number if they were in a car, and to go after my bag; but before I could get out the door the owners of the restaurant slammed the metal security door closed. I told them I needed out to go get my bag and to get our passports. I told them to call the police quickly that the robbers had stolen our passports. The Chinese workers at the restaurant were not moving quickly, they were extremely shaken and seemed as if they were in shock.

When the police arrived they were ready for war. Their vehicles came speeding up to the scene and they quickly jumped out of their vehicles decked out in bullet-proof vests and automatic weapons. After hearing the direction where the assailants ran off to, several police jumped back in and sped off to hunt them down.

David and I looked down the street and saw some of the girls from our group coming our way, so we told them to hurry, so they could go get a translator for us. The police did not act like they understood us at all. We needed Edwin to translate to the police that we lost our passports. At first they didn’t believe us, but then quickly ran back to get Edwin and the rest of the guys. As soon as they arrived and I knew David would not be left alone, I left to go in the direction they ran off towards, desperately hoping they may have grabbed our computers and ditched the bags, five houses up the street Shane told me to come back that there was probably no chance of finding anything.

Neither David or I were worried about the “stuff” we lost. We were mainly concerned about our passports. It was sad to lose all of the videos and the pictures I had taken all week of our ministry with La Roca, but losing the actual items did not phase us. David lost around $2,000 in personal belongings and I lost around $1,700. A nosy man kept asking us what was in the bags and how much money we lost, etc. I finally snapped back at him that I did not care about the stuff that was in my bag, I only wanted to get home to see my family and that I couldn’t do that without my passport.

David mentioned going into the store to get our drinks that we purchased, but I didn’t want to go back into the store. As I mentioned earlier, the Chinese people seemed in total shock. One lady was sitting in the floor crying. They were a mess. This ended up being the most expensive coke I never drank. In that moment I was not concerned about the drink, I wanted to go after the morons who took away my ticket to get home.

Edwin, Jeremy, David and I went to the police station to fill out the report of the events that took place and to give a list of the stolen items. This proved to only be the beginning of a whirlwind last day in Costa Rica as we tried to get home.

The Most Expensive Coke I Never Drank Part 2…