Last year we moved into our new house — we knew the neighbors across the street, who told us they were leaving on vacation, and that Grandma could park her car in their driveway. Within 15 minutes of her parking there, the police showed up searching the block and the neighbor’s house for robbery suspects — all because a nosy neighbor called the police. My poor Mother had to walk across the street to meet with police, prompting tripping right in front of them and falling down on the pavement. Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy with that neighbor, but I had to try to see things from their point of view. It was hard, though.
See, that’s the problem here. We have very little law enforcement way out here in the country. The last time we needed them it took 45 minutes for them to get here. It’s a necessary way of life for us to take care of each other. We don’t always have the luxury of picking up the phone and calling 911 and expecting help in a hurry.