I never published this one, so here it is: (as a side note, I just remembered that when I went to the ER on December 25th last year, I saw the same cop in there, no kidding, Rex was in the ER, he didn't see me though, I called his name but he didn't hear me, I told my mom about it, she is my witness; she eventually took care of me and nursed me back to life)
August 15, 2017
I just heard the lady across the street yelling very loud, I looked out the garage door window and saw her standing outside her home screaming, so I opened the door and came out.
She was yelling obscenities at some guy who had just broken into her home. Are you ok? I asked; she told me she found a guy laying down on her couch, "what the f... are you doing in here?" she had yelled to the guy, so he got up and ran out the front door, but not before she had beaten the guy with her oscillating pedestal fan. When I got to her she was standing on the front of the house holding the window screen in her hands, and was still yelling "you mother f'ing piece of s..t!!".
"I cut my hand", she said, I grabbed the flashlight attached to my keys and looked (it was 10:30 at night), she had a small cut in the web of her right hand. I asked he if she had called the cops, and she said no, so I said 'we better call the police'; "oh no, I don't want to put up with that right now"; I called anyway. I went to my garage and got a band aid and some alcohol pads to patch her up.
I could tell she had been drinking, she smelled like alcohol, as I was talking to the police dispatcher she went inside to change from her pajamas to her day clothes.
Her name is Donnita. 'Donnita, let me see that screen', the screen frame was bent, and the screen itself had been pulled out of the retaining groove on the frame; as I was trying to unbend the frame the first cruiser showed up, then another one pulled up behind it. A few moments later, an SUV pulled over across the street, moments later, an unmarked car with two cops showed up as well.
Soon I was surrounded by 5 police officers, still holding the screen in my hands. The thought crossed my mind "let go of that dude", but I didn't. The questioning began.
Donnita described the scene inside her house, then Rex (the young cop taking notes) said to another cop "she's tough", she had just related how she grabbed the pedestal fan and beat the crap out of the guy, it turns out that the guy was a young man, who appeared to be drunk, and whose name was Nicholas.
I guess the dude had broken into the house and was so drunk he had to lay down on the couch. The cop asked Donnita if she had a gun, he said " you could have killed him", she replied, "oh no, not with the fan", to what he replied "no, I mean, you could have killed him", implying she could have shot the guy and she would be in the clear. We have the right to shoot an intruder on sight, it appears.
After they verified that I was not the intruder, the cops left after 15 minutes, only Rex was left behind to take notes. He actually helped me put the screen back into the rails on the window. "So you live around here?" 'Yeah, I live right across the street, where the garage open is', I said while I pointed with my finger across the street.
"Is that a bike in there?", Yeah it is. "what kind is it?" Oh, that's a Honda 919, you wanna check it out? "Sure". So we walked across the street to my house. He inspected my motorcycle: "So you have an HK?" (Heckler and Koch firearms) Oh no, I used to have one, I don't anymore. "You on the NRA?" Yes I am. "Are you some kind of ex military" Not really, I'm just a gun enthusiast, I have a hand gun in my bedroom, and a rifle in the garage (which is half true, I have 2 rifles in the garage, loaded). "Ok, cool", he said. It is obvious I like guns, I have an H&K sticker on the tail of my bike, and an NRA sticker on the front.
We talked some more, he asked a lot of questions, and he listened intently to my answers, I asked him what his name is, "I'm Rex", I was glad he was there actually. I also asked him a lot of questions, I ended liking the guy a lot.
We have very nice police officers where I live, this is the second time they have been in my street in the last two weeks; last week I called them because a group of Mexican kids had been throwing rocks at my garage door, I didn't catch them but I called the police, and they came to my house. At this point my neighbors must think that I am some kind of police informer, they have been at my house 3 times in the last year, so be it.
Anyway, when Rex was asking Donnita what had happened when we were at her house, I saw the pedestal fan with blood all over it, she had cut her hand with it as she beat the guy down. Good thing she has a fan.
Nothing happens by coincidence in this world, that has been my belief since I was a young boy. What is God showing me in all this? I have no idea. Maybe He is trying to tell me to clean my guns and make sure they work.
On the other side, I realize that my lady neighbor has no one to protect her, I mean physically; no one comes to visit her that I have seen, I don't know much about her but she actually hugged me, "you are my hero" she said while squeezing my rib cage, she was so grateful I was there to help her. She made me think about my mom.
I'm going to Mexico City soon, my mom is selling a parcel of land in the state of Guanajuato; she is planning to sell her house as well, and eventually move to Kansas where my brother is. The plan is that I will be going there too. I think we are going to end up in Missouri, the houses there are a fraction of the cost of houses here; while I was there two months ago, we saw houses that were valued at around 180,000 dollars and are mansions; 4 or 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and 2 acres of land. It is really a no brainer.
The only problem is that my grand kids are here, but there is no one else that can take care of my mom, and to tell you the truth, I don't see us placing her in a home by herself. She is already by herself in Mexico City, and that place is turning into a nightmare quick. There is a cartel war going on right now, I read the news and it scares me, there are gun battles in the city very often, lots of corpses.
I am going anyway, I have to help my mother. Someday I will be the one in need of someone to care for me I guess, I really hope I don't have to go through that; but if I do, I really hope I have a fan...and a gun.
Have a nice one.
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