Posted on 05/13/2005 9:06:14 PM PDT by ConservativeMan55
The following is a personal story about something that happened to me and my family.
My mom was recently told that she needed to have an extremely dangerous surgery in order to correct an irregular heartbeat. In order to correct this problem, we had to travel to Oklahoma City. We checked into a motel called the "Comfort Inn"
My sister and I stayed in one room, and my grandparents stayed in the room right next to ours. My dad stayed at the hospital with my mom the entire time. When we got to the motel we quickly realized that we weren't in the greatest part of town. But this hotel had one of the better rates.
Neither of my grandparents can walk very well. So when we got to the motel I unloaded their car. I let them go inside and sit down and rest while I brought the bags to them.
My grandpa was an avid hunter up until he had his heart attack a couple years ago. So he's very experienced with guns and ammo. He knew that we wouldn't be in the best part of town, so he packed his gun in his luggage.
My mom's heart surgery was on Tuesday morning, and it lasted around 8 hours. The surgery went great, so we decided to go ahead and leave on Wednesday morning. My dad and mom decided to stay a couple extra days just in case. They planned to check into a very nice hotel in Oklahoma City when she got out of the hospital. So that she would be close to the hospital if something happened or went wrong.
We ate out every night that we were there, and several times we talked to each other (my grandparents and my sister and myself) about how the restuarants looked, etc. We would speculate if the place was safe or not before we went in.
Tuesday night we ate at a Pizza Hut there in Oklahoma City. I always kept watch of my surroundings and sometimes even felt like I was being watched. We probably were being watched seeing as how we were really the only white people around in the restaurants we visited. We looked out of place.
We also had a dog with us, so one person would stay in the motel and watch the dog, while the other three went out and ate. Then we would bring dinner back to the person who stayed at the motel.
Tuesday night we all went to bed with plans to wake up in the morning and pack our things and leave together. But that didn't happen exactly how we wanted it to. We are very close to this set of grandparents that went with us to Oklahoma City. I see them once a week at least.
My grandma is on a walker, but is the kind of person who offers to put things on her walker so she can help carry bags in. My grandpa has the same attitude. He will do things by himself before he asks for help.
My grandpa has slowly gone downhill in the last couple years. His heart began to not work properly. So he had a pacemaker put in. It is now doing 100 percent of the work. So a walk from the car to the door can seem like an eternity.
Wednesday morning came and we awoke around 8 o clock. My grandparents had already been up for at least 30 minutes to an hour. They had both eaten breakfast and gotten dressed. By the time 9 o clock rolled around my grandpa began to load the car without telling me.
My grandma came in to see how we were doing. She didn't mention anything about him loading the car either. My grandma played with the dog for a minute or two, told me to take some allergy medicine, and then went back to her apartment.
As she left our apartment she thought she heard someone or something. But she couldn't see anything, so she went back inside the apartment. There are back doors to each room. The back doors are sliding doors, so you can walk next door.
Back to the parking lot where my grandpa was loading the car. As he walked to the car, he noticed a man sitting on the curb. The man got up, and was trying to get inside the motel. You can't get inside the main doors of the motel unless you have a key.
The man tried to get inside the janitors closet. When he couldn't get inside he sat back down on the curb. My grandpa thought he worked for the motel and was waiting to go to work.
My grandpa loaded a few bags in the back of the car and then turned around to walk back to the door. He was using my grandma's walker to load bags. As he turned to go back inside the man who was sitting on the curb bum rushed him knocking him down.
The man turned him over, and stuck his hand inside his back pocket trying to get his wallet. My grandpa turned back over and kicked the man. The guy would turn my grandpa back over, and my grandpa would kick him again.
My grandpa was screaming at him "I'll kill you, you bastard!" Finally the mugger gave up and began to walk away. But then in a desperate attempt to get the wallet, he walked back over to my grandpa who was now laying on the ground. He said "Oh look man. I'm sorry. Let me help you up." My grandpa grabbed the guys hand and then kicked him three times "in the balls"
The guy ran off with no wallet and no money. My grandpa stood up and sat in the car for a minute or two. A lady walked by and saw him bleeding. She asked him if he was ok, and he said "Yes I'm fine. But you better be careful. There's a mugger out here."
She got his room number, and went and told my grandma and me what had happened. My sister and I got dressed and ran outside to find him in OK shape. He was standing up. He had a lot of cuts and bruises on him.
Especially a bad one on the side of his head. But he was never knocked out, and all of the cuts seemed fairly minor. The fire department arrived first. They treated him and fixed up the bigger cuts and bruises.
My grandpa was out of breath, but was able to tell the fire department that "If he had had his gun on him, he would have left the guy laying out here in the street for you all to pick up."
He was very feisty. The firemen loved him. They asked him if he was ex military and he said no. Then they looked at my grandma and said "Can I take him home with me? You can teach my daughter some stuff!"
The police arrived 5 to 10 minutes later. They got a description of the suspect from my grandpa, but they didn't ask any detailed questions. That led me to believe they weren't really going to look for the guy.
I am in training to be a reporter, so I know what kinds of questions to ask. They didn't ask questions as if they were going to go look for the guy. They asked very general questions.
They took down my grandpa's cell phone number, and said they would call him if they found the guy. But they never called. My grandpa said he would have had his gun if he had made one more trip to the room.
I am still very upset about the entire situation. I wish I had been there. The man probably wouldn't have attacked him. And if he had, I would have taken care of the creep with my bare hands.
Its one thing for somebody to mess with you, but when they mess with somebody you love, they cross the line. Imagine walking outside only to find out somebody just beat up your mom. Thats what I felt like. I feel terrible I wasn't able to stop this.
But I was also very proud of my grandpa for fighting and not letting the guy get any of his money. Even if it did cost him a few cuts and bruises. But one thing's for sure. He learned a valuable lesson. He won't go very many places without his gun anymore.
They didn't ask whether the guy had a mustache or not. They didn't ask about any well known features.
They didn't seem interested in looking for the perp. They mainly seemed interested in "just doing enough" so that we would be satisfied.
I bet they have so many muggings, etc. They don't look for them anymore. I called the chief of police and spoke to him about everything.
Thats what I was afraid of.
Let's see. Since he wore a hat (black), a coat (black), and a shirt (black), that's pretty much irrelevant because the can change those at any time. The mustache can also be removed as well.
That means the suspect includes all men about 25, 160-170 lbs., and 6 ft tall.
I'm white and I fit that description so should I be concerned that the police might stop me for questioning?
The guy was also black.
My point is that when he gave them that description, they never asked for any more detailed information.
Ping!
I would guess you were staying at the Comfort Inn in the south part of OKC or on Lincoln Blvd, crime is so high in those areas mugging doesn't get their attention
Yep. It was in the south part. In fact the state capital is right down the street.
damn , I'm just glad everybody is OK(Other than the perp, of course)
Yeah everyone's fine except for a few cuts and bruises.
"He's the one holding himself and complaining of chest pains."
LOL
Why?
A simple Sig P232 on the hip is a possible simple solution depending on the adversarial situation...
I'm not sure what kind of gun he brought with him.
I'm glad that your Grandpa is alright.
Too bad you didn't catch him in the act!
bump to that!
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