When I don’t know what to do, I write.
For those who have followed my blog for a few years, you’ve been privied to my loves, likes, dislikes and even my quirks. I usually try to keep things light but the whole process has been therapeutic for me. However, tonight I write because I don’t know what else to do and I’m counting on this to be therapeutic.
Let me lay the foundation for you…
I moved to #Houston in April. I’ve loved every moment of living here. I was fortunate enough to recently purchase a home and it was spared by #Harvey. It’s been an exciting process because it’s my first home purchase as a single person. This home is ALL mine! I’m pretty proud about this but don’t really express being proud because overall, I’m #humble.
Over the past several weeks I’ve slowly been getting things for the house. I ran out of potting soil and also needed to pick up a grill cover from @Lowes that I purchased online. I headed to @Lowes in #Pearland, #TX, a suburb of #Houston. I went about my business, picked up the soil and even a house plant. My day had been going great and all I had left to do was head home and watch #football.
I made it to my car, unloaded everything and turned to take the cart back. As I did, I felt breath on my neck – this is how close he was – I turned toward the breath and stared down the barrel of a #gun. The low life on the other end of the barrel demanded my purse, pulled it off my arm, and jumped back in the passenger seat of a waiting car. This literally happened in less than 10 seconds. I remember screaming. I’m glad I did because it at least drew some attention for bystanders to take in some details that I didn’t. But it was only one person who came to my aid. #SMH
I had just become a victim of a violent crime…in broad daylight…with a parking lot filled with people. Victims of violent crime is a quickly growing group in our country.
I’ll spare you the details of my emotional trauma (that actually surprised me). I’ve been walking around in a bit of a fog since this event happened with few words to say. It was like an out of body experience and as I’m reentering my body reality is setting in. I’m so exhausted. At the end of my encounter with the #police, they gave me resources to seek help in dealing with the #trauma I’d just suffered. That tells me that this happens way too often.
But here’s what I want you to know:
- Jeff F. is an angel. He is a 41 year old white man who witnessed the crime. He is kind, caring, compassionate and wouldn’t leave my side. Had he not been there, I would have surely crumbled (more than I did). I want to thank him from the bottom of my heart and his wife who patiently awaited his return as he took care of me.
- The Pearland Police Department was quick to respond, professional, and demonstrated compassion. I have to thank them as well.
- @Lowes management in #Pearland refused to allow the police to view the parking lot video. Trust me, I know the law. However, under the circumstances, a quick response to identify the perpetrators could have saved someone else from becoming a victim of armed robbery or worse. They have this down to an art and I’m certain I won’t be their last victim and I certainly wasn’t their first. Oh and I’m done with @Lowes
- To the ASSHOLES who #robbed me today: I hope the $80 you got from my purse was worth the time you’re going to spend in jail for committing such a brazen act of violence in broad daylight.
- Finally, thank you Brandon H. who recovered some of my items and reached out on social media and connected with my family to find me. You too, are an angel!
It’s a shame how #violent this country is (I can hear them saying…”If you don’t like it, leave!” – to those who respond that way, you’re missing the point). Not only do I have to be concerned about my 15 year old black son for simply being black, I have to think about being robbed at gunpoint in broad daylight while picking up potting soil! I now sit near exits at the movie theater or just wait for movies to come out on DVD. I have to wonder if I’ll be safe at a concert or a night club or a university or a mall. It’s a damn shame.
When I spent nearly two years in #Qatar, my friends and family would call, email and text me if something violent happened in the region. Most of the concern came because of a lack of geographical knowledge (don’t be offended – I’m not that great at geography either) or from the picture that has been painted of people from that region by those who have little knowledge of what it’s really like. I chuckled at the sincere concern expressed by those checking on me. I always had the same response, “I feel safer here (in Qatar) than I felt in America”. After today, I long for the feeling of security and would have been fine to never join this growing group: victims of violent crime.
#StillLivingLife and it’s Still Good