While I was at work last Friday night/Saturday morning around 3:00 AM, some (bleep) broke into my parent's place and robbed us. (I work the night shift, 7 PM-7:30 AM, at the hospital.)
If that was not enough, he also got into bed with my mom and fondled her! She is 80 years old, has a very weak heart and is legally blind. Unbelievably, she had the STRENGTH and COURAGE to scream at him and push him away, literally shoving him out the door. She said he seemed to be drunk or on drugs. Thank God he didn't hit her back or hurt her. My dad slept through the whole thing. The police called me at work around 5:00 AM and told me that my dad's car was stolen, and I came right home.
Then, to top it off, he took the urn that holds Bethany's ashes out of her velvet bag; I know because it was put back in the wrong way. I'm glad he didn't think it was cocaine, or dump it all over the floor. Her ashes were still there, secure in the plastic bag. (For those of you who don't know, Bethany is my beautiful cat whom we lost to cancer this past April 3; her picture is my avatar.)
The police caught him by the time I arrived, and I will get my possessions back. However, I don't know if they found my dad's wallet with his driver's license, SS and medical cards, etc.
Normally, I am a kind and loving person. Heck, I take care of sick people for a living, and would give a fellow human being the shirt off my back, but what this "person" (if you can call him that) did has changed who I am.
I'm sorry I don't believe in hell anymore, as that's where he belongs!!! My mom, who DOES believe in hell, is a better person than I am. She is the one who was attacked, and she has forgiven him. As you can tell, I have not. I'm sure God is not too pleased with me these days, but I have to be real with Him and with you all. In a few days or weeks I might be able to at least CONSIDER forgiving him, but right now, after thinking about what he did to my mom and how he put his grubby paws on my baby's urn, I have nothing but seething hatred toward him. My religous consolation is that I have the heart of King David - just before he died.
Oh, well ....
God help us all.
Sandy