The other day, while I was at work, I received a phone call -
Mrs. Kel, we've received a signal that your house alarm is going off, would you like for us to call the police?
I rushed home that day, fear and anger cursing through my veins. How dare someone choose to violate our house, our stuff -intrude without being invited. I was mad, but not because our 'things' might be gone, but because the thought of irreplaceable things, like our photos(on my computer) or little token mementos the hub has given me might forever be lost.
In that space, fueled by my own blinding rage I ripped open the door to my house and proceeded to inspect each room like a mad woman. I'm not sure what I thought I would find or even if I'd really thought thru what I would do if I did find someone (perhaps threaten them with my cell phone) but I did not find anyone and everything looked just as it did when we left that morning.
That morning I lost a little innocence, my false sense of safety and yet I gained an insight into a part of me I had never seen before.
I've worked hard for what I have today. The hub and I have worked together to build a comfortable life for our family and while there are things I would be sad to see gone, material things that can be replaced, I know that my families safety is what matters most. In that brief moment, knowing my family was safe despite everything else that might have taken place was what mattered.
And well...now I know my weapon of choice if ever caught off guard is most likely my cell phone!
Do you remember your first thought in a panic?