I thought I was ready.
As a “type A” person, I just knew I would “step up” to defend my family from harm.
I was wrong!
When I pulled up to my house, there was an unknown, ragged looking van in my driveway. As I put the car in park, a strange, short man in very baggy jeans and a white muscle shirt came out my own front door with two of my computer monitors, one under each arm.
He immediately saw my truck, locked eyes with me for a full second that seemed like an eternity, dropped the monitors and ran back inside; slamming the door behind him.
As I dialed 911 and my mind processed the hardened look and lack of fear in the man’s eyes, my heart began racing with more fear than I have ever felt in my life for one simple reason.
I knew my family was inside that house.