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I was held up at gun point 3 times when I worked at a convenient store/gas station, times I'll never forget. Probably only one really freaked me out when he put the gun near my head, told me to lie down on the floor, not look back and count to 300.
Speaking of fights, my husband and I got into a fight with another couple at a hockey game many years ago. Funny thing is we were around 20 years old and they were around 40. Sad huh?
Originally Posted by Lucy
We anxiously await the locusts.
I hope you have something nice prepared for them when they get there. They're going to be tired and cranky.
When you're ten years old and a car drives by and splashes a puddle of water all over you, it's hard to decide if you should go to school like that or try to go home and change and probably be late. So while he was trying to decide, I drove by and splashed him again. - Jack Handey
Read Paulie's Precaps for Survivor:Vanuatu: 1-2-3-4-5
Oh my gosh, Eva, that would have been so scary!! I am glad you were o.k.! How did you ever manage to go back to work there after that . . . or did you?
I did continue working there, I got day shifts after so it wasn't too bad,though 2 of the 3 hold ups were quite early in the afternoon.
Being a stay at home mom is much better
Natural Disasters: Tornado, floods, hurricane (yes, I'm coastal)
Crime: When I was younger and just living out on my own (probably due to the lower rent you'd look for when you're in college), I was burglarized once and my TV and VCR were stolen. Another time, a pervert left a stack of porno magazines on my front doorstep and I would get hang up phone calls after that so I moved ASAP. Still gives me the creeps. Then another time, I was involved in an attempted car-jack while leaving a club late one night. The guy pushed me into my car as I was going to close the door and jumped in with me. Fortunately, I was so dumbfounded and sort of stubborn about it that it must have bought me some time because my little guardian angel over my shoulder somehow brought a police car right around the corner at the right time and the guy jumped out of my car and took off running and ditched my keys.
Crime - About 10 years ago, when my daughter was four, she and I were alone in the house one night while my then hubbie (now ex) was at church with our son at a rehearsal. I was sitting in her bed with her in my lap, and I was singing our nightly song to her when I looked up at the window and saw a man standing there between the bushes and the window looking at us. Oh my gosh - I was totally freaked out. But, more than anything, I was ANGRY that this person would have the nerve to do this, so I put her on her bed and told her not to move, and I went running out the front door. I think I would have throttled him with my bare hands if I had caught him. I must have startled him because he went running across the street and disappeared behind someone's house. It wasn't until I was back inside that I realized how incredibly stupid my actions were. If he had had a gun, I could have been shot, and/or my daughter could have been hurt. I was just so angry that I reacted, which I guess scared him off. I did call the police, but they never found him. I always look cautiously at windows now at night!
When I was nine, there was a cat burglar breaking into houses in our small town. (FYI this town was the type that you didn't lock your cars or doors, and could sleep with your windows open...up to this point anyway). My house didn't have central air, just a window air conditioner in our bedroom, my sister and I had bunk beds. Anyway, one night my Mom left the kitchen window open a little to let out some of the humidity in the house. This cat burglar cut the screen and climbed into the kitchen through the window. He proceeded to empty the entire house while my family and I slept. He even came into the bedrooms and took the jewelry off our dressers, and the purses my sister and I had hanging on our bunk bed (right by our heads!!). He went into my parents room and took my mom's jewelry box, and the old WW2 gun (that didn't work) out from my dad's closet (right by the bed where they were sleeping). He tried to take the TV, but he couldn't get it out of the shelving. He took everything into the kitchen where he sorted it and took out what he wanted. He left everything in the kitchen and went out our back door, leaving it open.
He then went next door where an older couple (in their 70's at the time) lived. Mr. G had arthritis, and would walk around the house on nights that he couldn't sleep. This night happened to be one of them. Anyway, when the burglar started cutting the screen on the back door, Mr. G heard him. He went into the bedroom and got the gun he had when he was in the army (he didn't have any bullets). He went into the kitchen and stood there in his undershirt and boxers, with the gun pointed at the burglar's head as he climbed into the kitchen. The burglar looked up to see this old man in his skivvies with a gun pointed at his head. The burglar turned and started to run, with Mr. G chasing after yelling at him to grow up and take responsibility.
Later, after the police arrived, they were taking a statement from Mr. G when he noticed that our door was open. Mr. G didn't see my Dad in the crowd that had gathered, so he excused himself and called my Dad. My Dad answered the phone, half asleep, and Mr. G asked him if we had been robbed. My Dad said no, so Mr. G told him to go and shut the back door in before we were overrun with bugs. On his way to the back door, he had to go through the kitchen, and that's when he noticed all the counters covered with boxes purses, and whatnot.
Turns out, the man that broke into our house was mentally ill, and thought he was invisible. He thought Mr. G was a ghost, and that's why he could see him. He's in the state hospital now. Scout's Honor.
Ever since then, I've been afraid to be alone at night. I'll drive to my mother's house, over an hour away, when my husband is away just so I won't have to sleep alone.
I had my car broken into once on a rural road where I was living, but it was a '73 datsun with a tape deck, so nothing was taken.
In the floods of '96 the only thing above water was our house, and Dad had to go up to the fire station (which was on higher ground) in the tractor after a harrowing 2 hour drive home over 20 miles of flooded roads. I still find myself getting hysterical driving through standing water.
Last May, a water main broke downtown and flooded our parking garage with 3 feet of water. My 6-week old VUE with 1200 miles was down there. I was one of the lucky ones, those with paid off cars with only liability insurance were SOL.
September of 2002, we were about done with a grueling canoe trip on the Santiam River, in sight of where we were to pull out, when dh and I capsized over a submerged log. We were able to swim to another log where we waited for Dad to canoe to the other shore and wade part-way across to meet us with a flotation cushion. The canoe came up off the bottom the next day, we never found our cell phones, and we were seriously bruised, but alive. Some day we'll get back in a canoe, but we haven't yet.
I had my wallet stolen, with $600 cash in it, about 10 years ago.
I had my car in for repairs at a local dealership, and while parked overnight INSIDE their locked building, my radar detector and stereo were stolen. I sued them and won, and have vowed never to do business again with this extremely large local dealership. I'll drive 30 extra miles to their competitor.
In '94 we had an ice storm in Memphis that knocked parts of town out of power for almost three weeks. My husband works for the power company so he was gone the whole time. Home to eat, shower, sleep maybe four hours, then gone again. My youngest child was in his early 20's. We have a wood stove,so we were comfortable. The kid was worried about how we would cook. I showed him how to use the stove for cooking. We made chili, soup and everything else imaginable because we had to use the contents of the freezer. We had a battery radio and kerosene lamps. We slept in the living room since the stove is there. He thought that was such an adventure that he still tells people about it. I was raised that way but with one big difference. My son and I could FLUSH!!
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