There was a shootout in the neighborhood where I lived in 1977. All I knew was that the idiot pretty much totaled my car with his in front of the house while I was inside doing dishes.
There was snow everywhere and a guy yelling at me to get the license tag. So, there I was running down the street after the perps car and got the tag number.
When I got back the guy says, Man, that was cool, that guy was armed. What a jerk the guy didnt say the guy was armed before I went after him.
The perp got caught.
LOLOLOL. See? You do what you have to do - the right thing -— and almost always it works out the way it’s supposed to. You could have been shot but you didn’t know that at the time! God was looking after you.
I was behind locked doors and Jack is deaf, so he didn’t bark, but with our bright outdoor lights, I saw everything going on. Those idiots didn’t dare try to break in. They just could leave without “anything”, so they took the 2 rocking chairs. Idiots. Had they just left empty handed, they could have continued with their burglary spree. I wouldn’t have called 911.