Face Life-Threatening Chanllenge Recently 近期面对着生死挑衅

Face Life-Threatening Chanllenge Recently 近期面对着生死挑衅

By Limin Wang 王利民

2016年12月31日

 

I live at 136-09 59th Ave, Flushing, New York, 11355. It's a private building with three floors, all rented by tenants. It's a persistent pain in receiving the mails. There are three mailboxes outside on the wall, but the US Postal Service mailman or mailwoman has never separated and delivered the mails by floor to once clearly-marked mailboxes, or paid any real attention to an appeal notice once taped near the mailbox. They almost always stuff all the mails in one mailbox. The second-floor old couple take themselves as the boss of the mails for the whole building, by either taking the whole mails into their floor and then bringing outside other people's mails, or by throwing other people's mails on a first mal-functioning then broken mailbox, and then the mails can easily fall off to catch filth or get lost, or get wet by rain or snow. The mails for my floor sometimes have broken seal, sometimes get lost, sometimes get dirty, and sometimes get wet. It happens time and time again. The area is quite crowded with multiple garbage bins and many other junk items. Recently, on two consecutive days, I got dirty-enveloped mails and wet mails, and of course I was upset. I asked the tenant on one of the other two floors, who communicated friendly and told the story. Then I texted and called the landlord about the mail issue.

 

This afternoon, when I came home, the old man from the second-floor was waiting outside. Although many times he was busy in the front yard about his used-car dealor business, today was different. It's December 31, Saturday, New Year Eve, and a heating-fuel truck was outside and a black-looking man was about to connect the hose. Then the show business started publicly. I saw a bunch of mails in that mailbox, and started to check on them. The old man (the car dealer from the second floor) came over to me, and claimed that the mail service, rather than the second-floor occupants, put the whole mails on top of a bucket on Dec 29, 2016. It then SOUNDED like that my mails got filthy and wet that day due to postal service irresponsibility. He also claimed that the two unbroken mailboxes are both his, and the broken mailbox was the landlord's. Then I said I will talk to the landlord about this piece of new "information". He suddenly started to crap-talk to me, and claimed that the Dec. 29 night, my wife and I were beating him, or were going to beat him. Then I told him to say whatever he wants to sell to anybody, to see if they buy whatever he says. He was continuing his crap claims and curses. The old woman from the second floor came out, and talked to me in an apparent friendly way. Then I went into my floor.

 

In the early evening today, we suddenly heard somebody was thumping on the second floor, and then I opened my door to check what's going on. The front gate was open. The old man stomped down to the ground-floor corridor, and started to shout that my wife and I were beating him on the Dec. 29 night, so he was going to call 911 for police. I responded that his claims are completely fart, and he should go ahead to sell his claims to police. His wife was talking outside of the building somehow, which was a strange thing to me. Then I went into my floor and closed my door. The old man then came upon to my door and continued the rant and curse. I got my phone and took pictures and videos of his harassment. He slamed my door toward me, and I simply responded with a gentle push on him, and I closed my door again. Later, it clearly sounded that his second-generation family members came over to the building, and started to talk and pull on the old man. He kept ranting and cursing for about an hour right in front of my door, altogether with his family members. He claimed outside that he was waiting for his family members to call the police. The old man can communicate in English and claimed to call in police by himself. Why he needed his family members to do that?

 

The police never came, and during the hour or so, the landlord called me twice, and I answered once. Anyway, the landlord would not come over for the situation.

My open opinion to the landlord and other tenants of this building about the mail is to leave other floor's mail in the mailbox for themselves to take care of. Is this too much to ask for or too complex to deal with?

 

A lot of acting has been staged, but the life-threatening challenge to me and my whole family is real. I am looking forward to a safe and prosperous new year, just like my family members, just like many other people in the world. Anyway, I am confident to face off the quite-often treacherous situations in this world.