The police showed up at my house a few minutes ago. Someone, decided that we weren’t going through enough already. They decided to create more drama and turmoil in our lives.
A few years ago, one of my neighbors from a few doors down was drunk and driving his car all over the neighborhood.
Up and down the allies and through people’s yards. One of those yards, happened to be mine. He drove through my yard with such speed that he literally sheered the Do Not Enter sign off, flush with the ground. He barely missed my car as well.
I wrote about it at the time but can’t find the post to link back to.
The sign has set in my back yard since then. No one ever came to put it back into the ground.
Fast forward to this evening and one of my compassionate, understanding and we’ll meaning neighbors, decided that they would call the police and report that I stole the sign and stashed it in my back yard.
Ironically, I believe it may have been some of the friends and family of the idiot that sheered the sign off in the first place, that called the police. They all watched from their front porch as the police walked up onto my porch and confronted me about the sign.
However, one of the officers was a very good friend of mine. We went to grade school and high school together.
Their plan to cause us distress had failed. My friend and his partner hung out for a bit and caught up. I showed them the sign and explained what happened. It was obvious that the sign wasn’t stolen and was run over. For one thing, I wasn’t hiding it very well. It has been leaned up against the side of my house, out in the open for years.
My friend reported what had actually happened and said the city would be out in the morning to fix the sign and relieve me of the burden of storing it.
When the officers left, we shook hands, while my neighbors watched. My buddy said that he was going to look after us, now that he knows we live here.
My guess is that when my neighbors decided to try and hurt us, this is not how they had envisioned it going. All they succeeded in doing was making me realize how badly we need to get out of this neighborhood. However, until that day comes, at least I have a someone watching out for us now.
To my so called neighbors, and I use that term loosely, I just want to say that we are much stronger than you think we are. We may appear weak to you because of all the challenges we face. However, it’s only because of your ignorance that you don’t see the truth. You live your lives trying to hurt others and make them as miserable as you are.
My family is stronger because we work to build people up. Despite all of the challenges we face, we are always trying to help others. Yes, my children are different as you are aware. I know this because I’ve heard the word retard used more than once, when describing my kids.
However, despite all the challenges they face, they are now and always will be better than you. They are kind and compassionate. They can show empathy and love. They would never target those they perceived to be weak. In fact, they would stand side by side, as would I, with those that can’t stand up for themselves.
I feel sorry for you. I hope that someday you realize that the path you’ve chosen in life will lead you nowhere.
You have my sympathy not my anger.