I live in a small community, 6,000 people or so. Crime is relatively low. There’s the usual drunk and disorderly and family battery kind of thing. We also have a drug problem, what community doesn’t, right? All in all it’s pretty typical small town stuff without being extreme.
We are not always diligent about locking our doors. Not, that is until last week, when one night while I was at work and my son was sleeping someone, presumably a “kid” waltzed in the back door and snatched our wallets.
It was an odd turn of events. My son rarely leaves his wallet in the living room but yet he did that night. I don’t take mine to work so it was easily accessible. No money was in it and “he” left our credit cards and Id’s in a back yard chair so it was the smallest form of crime that could be ever committed against you; really. And yet, it messed me up.
I was fine while the police were here, chatting about crime in the community and theories of who, how, and why but then when I went back to the police station to give my fingerprints I suddenly became ill; sick to my stomach, cold sweats; ill.
It’s embarrassing really, to have this sort of reaction to the smallest possible crime one could suffer but I cannot help the physiological and psychological reaction my body experienced. We really have no control over that, right? I mean sure, I can suppress and assuage these feelings later but the initial reactions is, what it is.
The police officer admonished me to “keep that bolt lock locked”. We had the door knob locked but not pulled tight; so…
“This was most likely a kid” he said. “He probably came from there” and he pointed to the nearest street behind my house. “He was only looking for cash but this was so easy he might be back. Watch out and see if you see anyone acting suspicious or seeming to watch you.”
I spent the next two days almost glued to my house watching every person who passed. I telepathically urged every teenager to glance my way so I could ascertain their guilt by the look in their eye. None of them looked. Most of them were on their cell phones as they walked by texting their friends or talking to their moms.
In light of what has happened in Oklahoma I feel even stupider for letting such a thing bother me. But like I said I cannot change my initial reaction. I am, however, a whole lot more sensitive to victims of more serious crimes than I ever have been before.
I hope this never happens to you.
Or to me again, for that matter!