This morning I woke up to a horrible feeling that I've never felt before on my rural road, a feeling of anger, fear and violation. You see, we have NEVER had any problems here, nobody has ever robbed us, we kept car doors unlocked, and frankly lived as though nothing could ever happen to us. That was until I heard my brother screaming less than an hour ago that his commuter car had been broken into (they stole his radio), they opened my mom's glove box, and tried to touch my brother's raised truck. I guess it's a blessing I always lock my car. I got into this habit years ago, and it always alarmed my family, since we had never had anything like this happen.
Things are going through my head and I wonder why anyone could ever be so desperate that they'd want to rob and hurt others? I feel bad enough that they stole my brothers radio, but it infuriates me to know that they got into my mother's glove box. Were they looking for bank statements, social security numbers? How could anyone ever be so desperate to hurt others that they'd would take such drastic measures? Do they not care that there is an elderly woman in the house with dementia? Of course they don't care, they're selfish, insensitive beasts. I don't know why, but I had this weird sense that something bad was going to happen this week. I didn't know what, and I never expected this. I prayed for my family over and over before falling asleep last night. I guess I should be thankful we are all safe and sound.
Things are going to have to change around here, starting with this little lady, who seems to bark at everything she sees, hears or smells, but must have taken the night off...since she slept through it. I guess I shouldn't say such awful things about her, seeing as she would never allow anyone in our house. My thinking is they must have parked elsewhere, and hiked up our driveway?
It's too bad the hydrangeas in front of the house are having to come down today, since that harbored us from seeing or hearing anything. I may be small in stature, but my 7th grade Volleyball coach didn't nickname me - "short but mighty" for nothing. My message to the jkldjflakjdlfkjdslfjljd (morse code for something I should never type on my blog)- Come back, and you'll wish you never found our house.

