I actively fight feelings of powerlessness with gestures of defiance. It's definitely a part of my chemical make up. I have made myself do many things just to squelch the feeling of fear that exists inside...like scuba diving with my history of near-death drowning episodes. I don't like feeling afraid. I hardly let myself. I guess I should work on that?
So with this newest violation of our home's sanctity, how should I respond? Hunker down with a shotgun? Pretend nothing happened? Hire neighborhood security? Not my style.
We are planning a neighborhood block party.
Hopefully, no one will pilfer our homes while we guzzle down a cold one.
But truly, how else can we fight crime but through facilitating communication and encouraging a greater sense of community? DO you know that the theft in our garage was one of 10 that happened in the span of a week? I just learned tonight that someone on the next block was heldup in their driveway while putting away groceries. I think if this happened to us again, we would pack our bags and head out of town. No time like Hurricane Season.
Kevin says he feels like a pig. And every once in a while, someone just comes along and takes a piece of meat off of him.
I'm just pissed. Pissed that I can't pull my kids along in their bike wagon for a bike ride. Pissed that someone was in OUR yard, shopping OUR trash and treasure.
I will fight the fear that should exist in place of my anger. But I only have so much fight in me. And the list of battles just seems to grow.
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