Yesterday morning was quite exciting here. I got up early because my friend was supposed to pick me up at 8:45 and we were going to head down to Chattanooga. Well, Lexi's eating schedule conflicted with that so we decided to wait an hour and she'd pick me up at 9:45 instead. I had this very strong feeling that God was saving us from something, I assumed it was a car accident. Around 9:20 the doorbell rang, i ignored it- something I have never done my entire life. it rang again, so I thought "well, maybe the neighbor's fiance is over there and she needs something" so, since I was nursing Lexi I yelled "who is it?" and a man's voice answered back "Do you know who owns the apartments up on the hill?" I just said "no, sorry." thinking nothing about it since people had stopped before to ask that same question. curiousity got the best of me so I looked out the window to see if I could see the guy, i couldn't but I did notice a strange car in my neighbor's driveway. I was hearing things in his apartment (we live in a duplex) so I decided to call the landlord to get my neighbor's number to see if his fiance was at his house. Well, he didn't answer his cell phone, so i left a message. a few minutes later i looked out and saw the car was gone, but i thought i was still hearing things in his apartment, i called Eugene several times and he just kept telling me "if you think someone is over there, call the cops!" but me being the very trusting person that I am just thought his fiance was there, and I didn't want to call the cops on her. My neighbor calls back and tells me that he doesn't know that car and no one should be in his apartment. This is when I started thinking "oh my gosh... i think there's someone over there!" So i decide to be brave and peak out the back door to see if i see that car. sure enough I look around the corner and there is a black guy walking out of my neighbor's house! I said "Hey, what are you doing?" (i would have just gone inside and called the cops but he was already looking at me.) he mumbled something about checking the apartment and then my motherly instincts took over and I ran inside and locked the door and called the police. Of course as I was on the phone i started realizing all the things that should have happened had I done what I normally do.... i normally answer the door, he could have attacked me and hurt me and lexi, if I hadn't answered the second time, he probably would have broken in my apartment too. And if I had left at 8:45 like I was supposed to, our apartment would have been robbed too. The scarriest thought was that on any other day I would have been in the shower at that time, which means not only would he have broken in, he could have taken Lexi. I also started thinking "oh gosh, that guy saw me, he knows where i live, what if he comes back to hurt me?!" Anyway, after telling the police everything I could my neighbor came home (i called him and told him everything) and the police showed up and my friend came over. We left for the day- i was too scared to stay in the apartment alone.
Well, last night at 11 my friend calls me, she lives a mile away. She told me that the SWAT team was all over her neighbor hood with big spot lights and everything looking for someone, and she had called her friend who is a police officer and his wife told her that some guy broke into a house down the street from her and they caught him had him in the cop car, and he broke out the window and got away so they were searching for him. They found him not too long after he got out. I'm 95% sure it was the same guy, but I missed the news this morning and I'm waiting to see what they say. My husband's boss's wife said the thief told the cops he talked to someone threw a door.... WOO HOO, i made the news. LOL.
