An Out of the Ordinary Moment in my Life

I haven't been able to think about how to start this blog. What did I want to write about? Should I have a specific subject and/or "thing" and try to focus on just that? I decided that I am going to write about everything and not limit myself.

To start, I am going to relay a moment in my life from last weekend. My husband, John, was working overtime this past weekend and where his employer had him working, it required that he just spend Saturday night in a motel instead of driving all the way home.

So, there was a cool breeze Saturday night and I am really not one who likes having the air conditioning on during the summer. It has to be darn hot for me to turn the air on. Or my husband tells me to turn the air on... My son, Jessy, and I were sleeping with all the windows open and the garage was about two feet open, with the back door (through to the garage) open up and just the screen door locked on it. The front door to the house was locked and the other door was open but the screen was locked too.

[I sleep with ear plugs. I am forced too in order to be able to sleep with John due to his snoring; however, now that I am used to them, I can't sleep without them-even if John isn't there to snore.]

My son, Jessy, starts hearing someone trying to open up our front door and then starts knocking violently on the front door for someone to open it up. He then goes around to the garage and starts trying to force the garage (that was left open a bit) up so he can crawl underneath it. Jessy said he heard him try to lift the garage door five to ten times. Jessy then hears the guy touching the things that are hanging in the garage door as he stumbles through it to get to the door that leads into the house.

By this time, Chelsea (our Siberian Husky) and Buttercup (our Teacup Pomeranian) were both growling (Buttercup was just barking low). But Chelsea sounded quite vicious! So this guy is standing at the garage door, pulling on our screen door--over and over again.

I don't remember what I heard first. It was six o'clock Sunday morning and I just heard something through my ear plugs that made me wake up. Then I noticed the way the dogs were barking.

I knew it wasn't John. So I got up to see what was going on and didn't realize I still had ear plugs in. I could see Jessy was standing in his door way, as he had been awake for a bit longer listening to this man trying to get into our home. I motioned for him to stay where he was. As I walked into the kitchen, towards the door, I see the silhouette of a man (a big guy too) standing in front of the screen door. The sun was already up by this time--just enough to allow light to come through the bottom of the garage door and into the dark garage. I could make out that he was a white male with dark, straight hair that was messy. But other than that...

I said to him, "What are you doing in my house?" He mumbled something to me that was incoherent to me....even after I took my ear plugs out. He just kept mumbling. And pulling on my screen door to get in!

I immediately turned around and ran toward my gun. It didn't take me long because we don't have a big house. My phone was right next to where I keep the gun, so I grabbed that and speed dialed John. As I was returning, I was startled by Jessy, who had gone and gotten a weapon too. (All he had in his room was a sword.) But I kept my momentum as I headed toward the garage. (I was startled, but I hadn't heard the guy get into the house and "he" wasn't in the right area...) I was talking to John by this time telling him what was happening at this very moment!

As I got to the screen door with my gun, I saw him sneaking out through the open garage. This guy must be the fastest runner ever! I ran to my front door and opened it up and went outside and checked to see if he was still there. You know, I don't know why I did that. I wanted him out and off of my property. The houses in this subdivision are very close together. He could have been hiding somewhere. And a lone women with a gun (who hadn't called 911) would be stuck staring some guy in the face.

Obviously, he was on drugs or drunk trying to get home. But after the incident, I realized that I shouldn't have gone outside. I also didn't call 911. I did six hours later. When I had made sure I couldn't see him, I came back into the house and locked up everything and John said that with everything locked up, I was safe. So eventually, I went back to bed and so did Jessy.

The gun was under my pillow as I slept. When I awoke later that day, I called a few people and told them what happened. Just so that you know, my Mom and Grandma (at the same time because they were in the car together when I called Mom) berated me for not calling for help, etc. No one could understand why I didn't call 911. But I guess I was in shock that something like that would happen to me (it never is supposed to happen to you) and I just didn't think it was "worthy" to call 911. No one was bleeding or dying or anything. I vow to call the next time anything happens. I also vow to grab my gun first thing before I go and inspect any strange noises and my husky is growling telling me something is going on.

I do want to say that even though God knew that I was going to be unfaithful that day (and not attend church), He was still faithful to me and protected me and my son.