SOMEONE BROKE OUR WINDOW
If you follow along on my Instagram stories, you know that several weeks ago, Blake & I woke up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning to the sound of glass shattering. I had taken NyQuil the night before, so I was completely out of it. I thought Blake had knocked a water glass off his bedside table until I saw him get a gun out of his safe. (Someone recently asked me if Blake was a gun-carrier. He has not one, but TWO gun safes in our room. One of them requires equipment to move. It really adds to the cohesive aesthetic I was going for. Does that come with a matching camouflage rug & comforter??)
Snapping out of my fog, I called 9-1-1, while Blake called out details to me from the next room. The person had already run off. We didn’t hear a car, so we assumed the he/she was on foot. Nothing was stolen– he/she had not tried to come inside. A giant rock from our flower bed had been thrown through our window, & that was all we knew.
The policeman came. He asked questions, but since nothing had been stolen, there wasn’t much of a reason for him to stick around. He & a few other cars drove the area looking for suspicion but claimed nothing. His guess was someone was walking home high or drunk & our house served as a pit stop.
Blake was leaving that week for a couple of days for a work trip, & I wasn’t having it. We had glass break sensors added to our alarm as well as outside cameras around the entire house perimeter. We still had no idea what had really happened. Did we have an enemy we didn’t know about? Had someone been watching us? Was there a plan to come inside but it didn’t pan out this time? This person had hung around in our yard long enough to find a rock in the pitch dark & then picked a window to throw it through. Was it random or pre-meditated?
Side note: The first night Blake was away, I set the alarm early because we were all inside for the evening. Little did I know that closing a kitchen cabinet a little too hard would sound off the glass break & the alarm would go off. I called the police AGAIN only to later learn I was the actual perpetrator this time. Delightful. My dad came & slept on the couch that night.
A few weeks passed & with nothing else happening, we assumed the police officer was right with his guess. We still weren’t sleeping great, & considering our house in 100 years old, every creak made us pause.
And then in the middle of a Wednesday, we learned exactly what had happened.
A 15 year old kid had broken our window that early morning.
A kid saddled with bi-polar.
He came over to our home with his parents that evening after the kids were in bed. I offered everyone something to drink, but I think everyone just wanted to see that day end as quickly as possible.
It turns out, he had finally confessed to his parents that morning, & then they went to the police station afterwards so he could confess to them. And now they were here with us. You could tell his mom had been crying all day, & his dad, who looked like he’s typically a jolly guy, was somber. The kid was wearing a suit. He shook my hand & looked me in the eye while he gave a sincere, obviously rehearsed over & over again apology.
Part of his bi-polar includes a hero complex. Something we all have inside of but magnetized to the point of possible danger. This kid had wanted to be a hero so badly, he made a plan. He would sneak out of his parents’ house & ride his bike a handful of miles. He wore all black but had a change of clothes with him. He randomly picked a house, threw a rock through it, & ran to hide. He then ditched the black clothing & his bike, & he put on his new outfit. He sought the policeman out after he left our house & told him he had seen the guy run off wearing all black. (Why the police didn’t find suspicion in a 15 year old walking around alone at 5:30AM is a GREAT question.) The policeman thanked him for his tip & ran with it.
The kid had staged a crime only to turn around & become his own hero.
He explained all of his story to us, his parents on either side of him.
I looked him back in the eye when he was done & said, Thank you for sharing your story with us tonight. What you’re doing this very second– owning the choices you’ve made & pushing through when it’s hard– this is what’s making you a hero.
I told him I get it. I want to be a hero, too. I think that’s a natural desire because we’re created as reflectors of God, & He’s the ultimate picture of a hero. We want to be like God. But being a hero means looking for opportunities, small or large but usually small, to love people. Because loving people is what saves people. That’s why God is our best hero.
In a surprising way, this kid & his story has left the word Hero on my brain a lot over the last few weeks. How we all want to be one. How we are inspired by them & want to be remembered as one. An inspiration. A world-changer. A legacy-leaver.
The more we love, the better the world. The more we give ourselves away, the more glory God receives. The more light we shine, the closer we grow to becoming like the Hero we were created to reflect.
Also, we didn’t ask for this, but the kid is currently working to pay us back for the window.