This will be long.
I don't post here often, as evident by my post count, but recently I've had two things happen that I thought were worth sharing.
First off, I'd like to say that I don't live in a "bad" neighborhood. Yes, I know bad things can and will happen everywhere, but our block is generally peaceful. None of the neighbors really talk to each other, but it's never anything negative. With that said, I'd also like to say that I live one street over from a major road, and a few blocks from the start of the city (not saying the city is necessarily bad, but you understand what I mean)
Now that you understand that it's the typical suburban neighborhood, I'd like to share with you two separate scenarios that actually happened.
The first one occurred a couple of weeks ago. There was a young lady who was on her way to work through my neighborhood (remember, the "good neighborhood"?). It was around 3 in the afternoon when she had someone approach her from behind, claim he had a knife, and attempt to drag her into the alleyway behind my home. Again, this was all in broad daylight.
Luckily, this has a happy ending. A passing motorist saw this happen and got out of her car to confront the young man and he chose to run instead of fight.
As it turns out, I also know this young lady because I work with her. I spoke with her afterwords and got her account of the story and I think you'll see a pattern of why her assailant might have targeted her.
She said she was walking down the street and noticed that a man was behind her, but didn't think anything of it. She also had her headphones in both ears and was on her phone.
Just another warning to anyone who may forget: Be Aware, Always. Thankfully this turned out okay. They never did catch the guy though.
Now for the second story.
This actually just happened a few hours ago, and I'm still going over it in my head trying to see if there was a way I could have handled it better.
At around 4:30 pm, our doorbell rang. I knew immediately it wasn't someone familiar with our family because no one rings the bell here (the dogs go nuts). So I made my way to the door, and looked through the small window at the top to see who it was and I saw a lady standing on my porch. She was now hitting the doorbell like she was on some kind of game show ie: incessantly.
Since I didn't see anyone else besides her outside, and I would have if there were anyone else, I opened the door and stepped out, making sure to close the inner door behind me. She was a mid-forty something woman who looked very distressed, and the first words out of her mouth were "I was attacked".
Now, let me clarify some more. I'm 19 years old. I'm not able to conceal a handgun yet, and I refuse to open carry until I have way more experience and training under my belt. My options might be different than others on this board. I carry a knife and pepper spray on my belt, not a gun.
So my first instinct was to scan for her attacker to make sure he wasn't about to come charging at the both of us, but the only thing I saw was a red minivan parked on the other side of the street. I assumed that it was hers (I had never seen it in the neighborhood before). I asked her again to clarify now that I was reasonably sure we weren't in immediate danger and it was then she said that a police officer attacked her.
I know, the bells went off in my head too.
She showed me a rip in her sweater, a large one that did indeed looked like it had been caused by a struggle. I asked her what she meant, but before she could even answer, a siren sounded near by and she pushed against me and into the house.
Once inside, she kept relaying her story of how she was attacked by a police officer and was being harassed by a "crooked" cop. She was pretty hysterical. My mother, who was trying to get ready in the meantime, was trying to talk to her but it wasn't helping, and they just kept getting louder and louder trying to talk over each other.
I kind of stepped in between, metaphorically, and got her talking to just me. She didn't look high or drunk, so I wanted to just keep her busy while trying to get my mother to call the police. Generally, her story didn't make a lot of sense, and she was definitely hiding something.
She said she was out of gas and asked if we had any. We did, but I was stuck on whether or not we should give it to her. She also began asking if she could stay in the house until it got darker so travel would be easier for her.
Well, obviously we didn't want her in the house since we didn't know the whole story, so eventually she got the gas and left.
After my mother called to report it, we were told to type up a report of what happened and email it to the officer that had tried to arrest her earlier.
I got a call from the "crooked" cop a little while later and he asked me to tell him everything that happened. Apparently, she had warrants from another county and he was trying to take her in and she resisted, fleeing the scene and ending up on our street.
Looking back on it all now, there are a couple glaring mistakes I made that I know will be pointed out, but it's all for the better.
1.) I let a stranger into the home after hearing she had been "attacked" by the police. I only had a few seconds to absorb all the information being thrown at me, but I'm still beating myself up over this.
2.) I didn't get her out of the house fast enough. I don't know why I didn't just let her take the gas the first time she said something about her. The only thing going through my head was that I might get in trouble with the police.
The things I think I did well:
1.) I kept the situation from escalating. The discussion between my mother and the lady got fairly heated and loud for a moment, and I didn't want anything to happen, so I did something about it.
2.) Reported the situation immediately and gave a full report of what happened. I think this goes without saying.