For awhile, I have been a subscriber to: CrimeMapping.com | Helping You Build A Safer Community
- How I Defined My Alert
- What
Arson, Assault, Burglary, Disturbing the Peace, Drugs / Alcohol Violations, DUI, Fraud, Homicide, Motor Vehicle Theft, Robbery, Sex Crimes, Theft / Larceny, Vandalism, Vehicle Break-In / Theft, Weapons
- Where
Address here, City here, State here, Zip Code here (2 miles)
- Published
Date and time stamp here.
But I do NOT see anything here for a smiling stalker, who would sync her unwanted presence by checking her front mailbox and upon our arrival into our garage.
Hmm. No wonder very few humanz call their local police, because it’s too much stress for all parties. I still need to learn and understand the sheriffs capacity to deliver good service.
Anyway, I’ve been living in USA and I still don’t know everything as a citizen. It’s information overload!
I called back in April, from my mommy’s hospital bed, and hoped for her arrival home without further stress from Respondent.
So far it’s been quiet, after the call and after blogging about saying the banishing prayer during her Saturday backyard activity of harvesting persimmon fruits from the highest bare branches.
I’m at peace but still disturbed that humanz won’t change and the chaos of this hellish planet continues despite prayers.
So I’m disappointed but ever hopeful. I am wondering why I’m actually forty to fifty humanized years in ‘enlightenment’ and appreciation of life and living and how stuff exists.
So that’s why I’m still blogging in Private mode, because I cannot take the stress and I assume the detectives and investigators can do stuff.
Oh yeah! Yesterday I was snooping, knowing Respondent used to work for a district from a public transparency website. And so I typed only the first two letters of the last name, scrolled, and found her SSN!
My heart raced and my stress increased from the sight of her name. ” So can y’all imagine the psychological and emotional toll on my elderly parents more so than unto moi?
I’m never gonna recover but force myself to sing at two volunteer gigs and do my best at this temp job from Hell, while trying to hold my potty mouth against my daddy.
Sigh.
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