Ripped Off?

I know that I have talked a little about crazy things that happen when you live in poorer neighborhoods. I have had seen the heartache and drama that someone can cause by doing something that doesn’t make any sense at all. I can see stealing something if you are going to actually get something out of it. Yet, I continue to see people do acts of violence on persons and property that can only be explained by the fact that mankind is fallen, decides to live life outside of God’s purview and gets his/her jollies out of being mean and cruel.

We have been moving over the last couple of weeks and I knew that there was a risk in leaving our old house unoccupied. We have lived in the same neighborhood for 5 years and personally have not had anyone break in or do any real damage to the house. We have had individuals inside our house steal iPod or iPhones but nothing done against the house.

So as we are finishing dinner and I check my phone and realize that there is a message from my realtor about water spurting out all over the place I am taken back. What? Why? So I quickly get into my truck and disappear and pull up to see my realtor friend Jon in my driveway. The water obviously has been turned off and as we approach the side of the house where the hose bib had been we discovered that this 2-foot piece of copper has been cut out. Who in their right mind would do this knowing they are going to get really wet and then maybe get a few dollars for the copper?

Yes, I went back through the house and made sure that the doors and gates were locked and had sticks in them so as to not make it any easier to do damage. I did buy a lock at Lowes, which I had wanted to do earlier in the day but didn’t get around it. So now everything is locked up and hopefully protected. I took down the realtor sign and made sure the lights are all on at night. I will remove the frig, washer and dryer today.

I know that my Anne is hurting over the disappearance of the cat. I don’t like cats and especially the circumstances that surrounded how we acquired Nash but I do love animals and was upset that my Anne decided to let out the cat. We live in a new neighborhood and I really didn’t want to leave her out especially with large dogs next store. So last night she put out 20 flyers, which hopefully will produce the cat.

The reality is that I know that the guy who took the copper pipe could come back and try to break in and the chances of Nash returning are slim. Yet, the Lord is faithful and does use back stuff at times to remind me to be more responsible but also caring which is a pain but I know needs to be done.