Last night was traumatizing to say the least, It happened to me and I am going to share. Still uncertain as to what happened as I’m still in shock.
Home alone with Zion as hubby’s about to clock out from work. I’m inside Zion’s room while he’s sleeping.
I usually leave the hallway light on upstairs until hubby gets home. I hear a bang downstairs. I assume that it’s the neighbors, etc. then the hallway light turns off. I instantly have this wrenching gut feeling.
There is a switch downstairs to turn the light off, so I call hubby to see if he’s home. 😩 Nope, he just left work and I’m telling him I think someone is in the house because the light came off😳. Instantly, he says call the cops. I did.
And while on the phone, I place Zion’s bean bag on the side of his bed put him there and cover him up. Now, I was petrified beyond measure. But the Lord was with me/us because I was calm the entire time. Although scared, I placed his table in front of his door. If I was going, I was going, fighting and protecting Zion.
I call hubby back and he’s completely freaking out over the phone, rightfully so. Still calm, the dispatcher calls back. We’re on three way and the dispatcher says, "the cops are here." They want me to go open the door, uhhh no suh. Hubby gets home 10 mins after and gives the officers the keys. He stays outside on the phone with me. I hear police at that point then all goes blank. I think ok, I’m ok.
I open Zion’s bedroom door and all I hear is "put your hands in the air, put your hands up." 😭😭😳 Knowing everything that's going on in the world, I thought well this must be it then. All I see are beams of light, nothing but light, and guns drawn, I’m sure. I say, "it’s me, I’m the one that called."
One officer comes up close to me, "where’s your son" as he shines the light on the bed and sees no kid there. I say, "I placed him in the corner cause he’s asleep and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted him to be safe." Then the lights come off, there’s like 7 cops on my stair way. They checked everywhere, all clear. It must have been someone who has a key for the apartment. I still don’t know. Then they say, "tell your hubby he can come in."
He’s still freaking out. I hug him and let him know we’re safe and ok, but it’s not enough, ya know. The officers and sergeant spoke to us and wanted to make clear that their concern was that we were safe and ok. They didn’t know what they were walking in on. We’re taking precautions, but Thank God we’re ok. Shaken up, but Ok.
I experienced having guns and lights drawn on me. Something, I prayed never to endure. But in reality, all cops aren’t bad and as scared as I was, they responded to a distress call not knowing what or who they’d approach. But I can’t imagine anyone else not calm in that moment, you’d be terrified. Especially when innocent. There were 6 white cops and 2 black ones but all they did, once knowing that I placed the call, was to make sure that I was ok.
I am glad and thankful that I called 911. Thank God, they patiently made sure was OK. These next couple days are going to be rough, but I’m grateful. Counting my blessings 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾.
- Contributed by RF
“The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”