Mexican 2 Second Rule

Saturday: the day after Friday. We put everything on chill. I made some phone calls stateside and worked on our future. The plan was to have a little bonfire at the church and play some soccer with the young kids and college group. That was the plan. It was a good plan, an exciting plan, a plan for the ages. How many plans have you made in Mexico? Mice don't even live here they get so discouraged. Jose showed up; after an hour of waiting and fire building, he came strolling through the gates. I was so glad to see him. Strangely I wasn't frustrated or upset, I had thought of a lesson to share with the group while we ate tacos having played soccer and preparing to roast marshmallows. It didn't happen. Jose and I pitched around a large particle-board disc that look like a mix between Capt. America's shield and Mr. Mint's candy canes (the guy from Candyland (right you knew that)). We roasted/burned/consumed so mallows and decided to head for a taco stand. It was a one-night taco stand; though I remembered it from my previous visit and the alambre called "No te entumas" (don't make yourself torpid (use that word today)). It was marvelous, though soft drinks in a bottle are not enough, it was a liter size bottle but there were only 355ml; I prefer plastic.
While roasting mallows I got the chance to talk to Jose a bit; his grandmother is very sick and his family is very worried. I don't know if it is so fair that I had the same unfortunate situation this very spring. I still don't have any answers for him (or for me), but I was able to encourage him to be an encouragement to his family as best he could even if it just meant being there. It is interesting that we can most readily and simply identify with people who suffer in ways similar to us. It was also during the roast that Jose dropped a mallow on the ground, quickly grabbing it exclaiming, "Two-second rule". This struck me as we generally allow 5 or even 10 seconds in our own sterile abodes but being outside and in another country I think 2 seconds is generous (though I myself wouldn't have hesitated to consume that lovely roasted, pink strawberry (oh yeah) marshmallow). We made it home and to bed, hoping I wouldn't over sleep and miss the opening prayer (because I was supposed to be praying it).