Who ever said "ignorance is bliss" surely had it right.
For the last 5 years I've lived in this neighborhood and never had much to worry about. Didn't have to worry about my children much because I keep a very close eye on them and their friends. Didn't have to worry about what my neighbors said about me, because they didn't know enough about me to talk. Didn't have to worry about our possessions because nothing had happened since the first few months after we moved in (except the time Joel left his truck unlocked and kids stole his spare change and lighter). I guess I had my head in the sand.
Two nights ago someone tried to light my neighbor's home on fire. They had the siding fixed and changed before their kids got home from school. I think they might have been trying to protect their children from the trauma it could cause. Thank the heavens above that nobody was hurt. They have two little ones there, one Joshua's age and one Jaeden's age.
This leaves me feeling angry, scared, worried, wanting to move, nervous. My stomach is in knots. I want to dress in black and walk my streets at night and take down anyone where they shouldn't be. I know I can't do that. That's the crime fighter in me coming out. When I was young (and even secretly now) I wanted to be a police officer. I feel helpless. Victimized. Unable to protect my children. I know the biggest power I have is God and my prayers. So I rely on those heavily.