With a long 3 day weekend for my kids from school, I would, after two days, liked to have put myself into a home of silence. For the last 48 hours, my teens have fought, screamed at each other, ignored me, continued to fight with each other and eat, demand and eat and ignored me further, as they screamed at each other more. Being an only parent, with no back up, I finally had enough rumbling noise from both of them, that I could have classified it all as an earthquake. I decided, that the only way get their attention was to act as childish as they were acting. They went to their room’s and closed their doors. Ahhh! A moment of silence with a few minutes to collect my thoughts.
I grew up in my neighborhood and the street I live on is mainly people and friends that attended school with me. For the most part, it is a safe neighborhood. Non eventful in the way of crime. My cousin is the head of the police department’s 911 dispatch and after the horrors of my mentally ill ex-husband, if my street comes up to officer’s in the area they are on my street within 2 minutes. Although my ex is gone from this planet, my cousin still knows I am alone with two kids.
I just happened to have the lights off in the living room and the front door was open, although I have a security screen that was locked. In my calm moment of silence I walked up to the security screen, that you can’t see through if there is no light on behind the screen and I was basking in the silence. All of a sudden I saw a truck come down the street. It suddenly slowed to a crawl and shut of it’s lights, but was driving on the wrong side of the street when it came to a dead stop. The door opened and the dingledorf male inside never thought to turn out his inside light, so I saw the man who got out of the truck. He didn’t appear to have anyone else in his truck. The next thing I heard was the smashing of a car window that belonged to my neighbor’s son across the street, who had parked his car on the street, instead of in the driveway.
My immediate re-action was to whistle with my fingers really loud and yell at him. The man got back into his truck and sped away. I went over and told my neighbors what happened and my true pain in the butt, daughter, went with me , as she didn’t want me to go alone.
The people across the street from me are refugees from Bosnia. They were put in prison camps when their world collapsed and their grandparents and parents were separated for over a year. Their son, who was very young at the time, stayed in a prison camp with his father. Imagine, as a women having your child ripped away from you for over year, not knowing whether he or she was dead or alive.
I thought of my American selfishness over my own kids fighting with each other. Your kids will always be your kids. We are so spoiled in this Country to ever think anything bad could happen to the common person, we lose sight of what is going on around us.
What is this World coming too? If you turn a blind eye on what is happening on your own street and the people you live with in a community, then you are no better than the terrorist’s trying to take control of this planet. The sad part of all of this is our own U.S. police department. I gave them a description of all that I saw out in the street, but the very same man, in the very same truck went down the street with the police right in front of them, and the very same man glared at me in defiance over his victory, over not being caught. The police did nothing when I brought it to their attention.
Don’t think you are safe in your own neighborhood, even if you think you live in a safe community. Pay attention to everything and what is going on around you.