Saturday, December 23, 2006

Cops and Robbers

I just witnessed a robbery. It shook me up a little. I was out grilling when I heard a strange cracking noise. I thought something was falling on top of the covered parking in our complex. Then I heard more cracking and glass breaking. I followed the noise to the apartment building facing us and I watched a man shatter the sliding glass door on a ground-level balcony. I quietly backed into my own house, hoping he didn't notice me, and called 911. As I did, I heard what I think was the apartment's alarm system going off.
Steven was at the grocery store so after I phoned the police I called him to tell him to be careful when he pulled in as he was already on his way home. As I spoke with him, I noticed a car pulling out of the parking lot awfully fast. Though I'm pretty sure that was the guy(s) in the car, the H* police made me proud as they got there within minutes from my phone call. Steven happened to pull in right in front of the police and pointed to the apartment where I had described.
I, meanwhile, was hiding out in my children's room with the lights out watching the whole thing. When Steven knocked on our front door, I think I jumped about 4 feet. We watched the police as they waited outside to make sure the person had gone, brought the k-9 unit, and actually went in to make sure no "bad guy" was still inside. They later came to ask me what I saw.
I was mostly just a little flushed and excited about the whole thing. But I noticed the rest of the evening was shot. I was in a terrible mood, yelling at my kids for the lamest reasons. I even brokedown and cried when I noticed water on the bathroom floor from who-knows-what?. And kept crying. And crying (and I'm not a huge crier). That's when I realized, it bothered me more than I thought to watch the vulnerability of our home. Though we hadn't been broken into, it just as easily could have been us. The only thing we have going for us is being on the third floor - not an easy getaway for anyone. We've been blessed with safety for this long in this city, I pray that our little home will continue to be so.
Anyway, I knew writing about it would help me cope, so you poor people get to hear about my drama.

8 comments:

tara said...

I'm so sorry you had to witness that... I feel your anguish. We have two vacant houses on our street, one right next door and one directly across the street. I guess I should blog about it b/c as I was reading your thoughts, they could have been mine... hope you have a better night and fantastic Christmas.{{hugs}}

Tara said...

I hope you're feeling better! It's a little traumatizing to see scary things like that. I remember once seeing a bad car accident, and I was shaking from head to toe for a long time.

Leslie said...

whoa that is crazy! i'm glad you're okay, it reminds me of when i've almost been in a car accident or even seen one, and my legs start shaking uncontrollably. sometimes your body reacts to things in a weird way. merry christmas anyway! :)

Jessi said...

You have every right to be shaken up. What a terrifying thing to witness. David used to travel 4 days a week with his job and when he was gone I would pray for angels to surround our house and protect us. We never had any incidents, but some nights I took great comfort in the fact that the Lord was always there watching over us.

Natalie* said...

sure puts a damper on things, right? so sorry, dearest. hope your christmas made up for it - if not, come over and you can cut my hair for some R&R. :D

Lori said...

That was the only thing I really didn't love about Houston! It scared me, and in the short 6 months we were there we had our van broken into and our DVDs and our DVD player stolen. It makes you feel so vulnerable. Glad everything is ok!

Ruth said...

Mindy, I had no idea you'd faced this challenge. Guess you didn't want to worry us and knew it would take a while for me to read the blog. We are eternally grateful you are safe and sound. Watching someone break into a home would make your own home feel violated. I hope you haven't had many other "black clouds" change your mood. I promise that you'll have little control over it but I know you'll deal with the feelings in a strong way. We'll be so happy when you're settled. We pray for you every single day. Love, Grandma Ruth

Angela said...

I'm so glad you guys are okay! What a scary thing to witness so close to home.

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