DO NOT EVER confuse kindness with weakness!
DNA is very strong in determining not only familial features, but maybe more so, temperament.
My “23 & ME” came back as 15% Greek/Roman, 48% Iberian (Spain Portugal), 25% Native American, and 15% other...(narrative: Romans conquered the known world, including the Iberian Peninsula (Spain and Portugal), then the Spanish and Portuguese discovered and invaded the Americas, taking Native American wives, etc).
Our family in Costa Rica, at any given time, produced white skinned and brown haired, darker skinned and black haired, light or coal-black eyed children. Temperaments range from withdrawn/shy to alert, ebullient own-the-room personalities. In my generation women proliferate as nature makes more females than males for obvious reasons. The temperament scale is mainly measured with the exception being a few at polar opposites.
My younger brother Carlos Andres Lobo Arce, born in 1964 is the kindest, most helpful, a workhorse and honorable. He resembles, in looks and temper, our great-grandfather Jorge Salas, unwed father to my grandmother Felicia Gonzales Herrera; both strong personalities. Carlos is more observant, where I am more vocal.
Carlos and Roberto circa 1969 Costa Rica
In either kindergarten or 1st grade, when we had returned to Costa Rica to live with our grand-parents, Carlos was enrolled at Escuela David Gonzalez, where several generations had attended in our ancestral Rio Segundo in the province of Alajuela. Carlos was more light-skinned and generally quieter than his peers. On a certain day, after school let out, another student, and maybe older than Carlos, began to pick on him. On the walk home, the older boy was following and taunting Carlos while other students took notice of the situation. The bully would not let up but Carlos remained silent as a group of students began to form around Carlos and his antagonist.
Carlos, Luis with our great-grandfather Jorge Salas c. 1968 Liberia, Costa Rica
I am not sure if the boy pushed Carlos from behind, but the verbal assault continued. At a certain moment Carlos reached down, picked-up a discarded can with the lid still attached, and flung it, sticking the boy at his brow; which then produced a bloodbath. He came home and told my grandmother what had happened. The next day other boys were very deferential to him.
Another event occurred after we had settled in Lincolnton, NC. Carlos was now in high school, played football and very handsome. Lincolnton has a court house which bifurcates East and West Main Street. Young people would on weekends ride up and down Main Street, while others parked their cars, or no cars like me, and watch their friends cruise back and forth. On a certain Friday or Saturday night, Carlos had parked his car and was visiting with some friends. Nearby two African-American young ladies were walking down the sidewalk when a male driver pulled up beside them and let loose profanity and racial insults. Carlos walked over and told him to move on and leave those young ladies alone. This redneck, racist and possibly inebriated man began to curse Carlos, pulled his car over and made the mistake of confronting my brother. Carlos told him to leave; he did not.
Mayhem, blood, a torn shirt. Cars stopped as a body lay on the sidewalk. I believe the police arrived, and the young ladies exculpated my brother as having defended them. The next day the door-bell rang and my mother answered the door. The two young ladies had bought and brought a shirt for
Carlos to replace the torn garment.
Carlos and I were roommates my senior year, his freshman, at Belmont Abbey College. He was beloved by all, and maybe feared by some.
DNA is very strong in determining not only familial features, but maybe more so, temperament.
My “23 & ME” came back as 15% Greek/Roman, 48% Iberian (Spain Portugal), 25% Native American, and 15% other...(narrative: Romans conquered the known world, including the Iberian Peninsula (Spain and Portugal), then the Spanish and Portuguese discovered and invaded the Americas, taking Native American wives, etc).
Our family in Costa Rica, at any given time, produced white skinned and brown haired, darker skinned and black haired, light or coal-black eyed children. Temperaments range from withdrawn/shy to alert, ebullient own-the-room personalities. In my generation women proliferate as nature makes more females than males for obvious reasons. The temperament scale is mainly measured with the exception being a few at polar opposites.
My younger brother Carlos Andres Lobo Arce, born in 1964 is the kindest, most helpful, a workhorse and honorable. He resembles, in looks and temper, our great-grandfather Jorge Salas, unwed father to my grandmother Felicia Gonzales Herrera; both strong personalities. Carlos is more observant, where I am more vocal.
Carlos and Roberto circa 1969 Costa Rica
In either kindergarten or 1st grade, when we had returned to Costa Rica to live with our grand-parents, Carlos was enrolled at Escuela David Gonzalez, where several generations had attended in our ancestral Rio Segundo in the province of Alajuela. Carlos was more light-skinned and generally quieter than his peers. On a certain day, after school let out, another student, and maybe older than Carlos, began to pick on him. On the walk home, the older boy was following and taunting Carlos while other students took notice of the situation. The bully would not let up but Carlos remained silent as a group of students began to form around Carlos and his antagonist.
I am not sure if the boy pushed Carlos from behind, but the verbal assault continued. At a certain moment Carlos reached down, picked-up a discarded can with the lid still attached, and flung it, sticking the boy at his brow; which then produced a bloodbath. He came home and told my grandmother what had happened. The next day other boys were very deferential to him.
Another event occurred after we had settled in Lincolnton, NC. Carlos was now in high school, played football and very handsome. Lincolnton has a court house which bifurcates East and West Main Street. Young people would on weekends ride up and down Main Street, while others parked their cars, or no cars like me, and watch their friends cruise back and forth. On a certain Friday or Saturday night, Carlos had parked his car and was visiting with some friends. Nearby two African-American young ladies were walking down the sidewalk when a male driver pulled up beside them and let loose profanity and racial insults. Carlos walked over and told him to move on and leave those young ladies alone. This redneck, racist and possibly inebriated man began to curse Carlos, pulled his car over and made the mistake of confronting my brother. Carlos told him to leave; he did not.
Mayhem, blood, a torn shirt. Cars stopped as a body lay on the sidewalk. I believe the police arrived, and the young ladies exculpated my brother as having defended them. The next day the door-bell rang and my mother answered the door. The two young ladies had bought and brought a shirt for
Carlos to replace the torn garment.
Carlos and I were roommates my senior year, his freshman, at Belmont Abbey College. He was beloved by all, and maybe feared by some.
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| Carlos, Abbot Placis Soliari and Luis SPE Reunion 2019 |
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