Exodus
Exodus
8. A new king arose over Egypt, who did not know of Joseph. 9. He said to his people, “Behold! The people, the children of Israel, are more numerous and stronger than we. 10. Come, let us outsmart it lest it become numerous and it may be that if a war occur, it, too, may join our enemies, and wage war against us and go up from the land.”
Today, March 20, 2018 I awoke happy and ready to get this day on. I opened Audible and pressed play. I wanted to start off on the right foot; to many mornings I lay in bed skimming through my Facebook news feed when I should be spending time with the Lord. Now mind you my day didn’t start perfect; no lunch, my hair wasn’t done, coffee was bitter and I didn’t kiss Sarah good bye. I wasn’t having a bad day, I had a plan.
I got to my parking spot, one mile from work and had 45 minutes to spare.
“I’ll listen to the Bible and Scooter down to work when I have 15 minutes to left.” I said to myself.
That is what I did too. I listened to Exodus on my phone and drank my bitter coffee until my dash board said 7:12 am and my phone rang out its alarm “Time to clock in. Its 7:26am”
– You have got to be kidding me! I grabbed my stuff. Popped the trunk. Unfolded my grownup Razor scooter and sped to work, Jwalking every chance I had to make sure I could beat the street lights and traffic ensuring a clock in time of 7:32am.
Still a good day.
I had three post op day one TAVRs studies to do, two studies that needed fixing in the Excelera, and just some general lives that needed saving. It was going to be awesome. You think I’m kidding? No I really think that way.
Work goes by like a dream. I tell my TAVR patients I am so happy they got a new valve and I hope it treats them great for years to come. I did a chemo patient getting chemo for the first time this week and he was a little nervous. I kept him talking and truly listened to what he had to say. We talked about the book Ben Hur. I told him if he was going to be here (UAB) for a week or so then a great book to pass the time would be Ben Hur. Ha, He told me he actually had the book and hasn’t read it in a long while.
“When I get out of your room, call someone and have them bring it up. I wasn’t sent here to just do your echo.” I said with a smile. This guy is stronger than me because if I had cancer I tell you I am not sure if I would ever be able to smile again.
My last patient of the day was a fantastic lady who had a minor stroke and was able to get up and walk and talk and such.
“Don’t make me laugh otherwise I’ll start to forget words and you’ll be able to tell I has a stroke.” I brought Jesus with me and she slept like she needed it. Her friends said she hasn’t been able to sleep since she got to the hospital. When I was done, she was awake, starving and happy to have met me.
I had a long walk back to the lab, about two blocks or so. I listened to and finished Exodus before I got to my elevator home. The door was open and waiting for me. My ride was uninterrupted giving me time to check my social media for the first time of the day. Visual Voice mail from my wife shown on the screen saying.
– Hey baby call me when you get this message. I just called the cops because somebody broke i…-
My heart dropped and I pressed call before reading the rest of the message. Sarah answered and told me that someone had kicked in our side door and robbed our house.
I was walking into the Echo lab as this news gave weight.
(my fucking gun) I said to myself as I could feel my face turn red and my hands began to shake.
“Baby what did they take?”
“I don’t know. I’m afraid to go in the house. I called to cops and am waiting for them.” She said with fear and trembling in her voice.
I was in the lab pushing my machine into its parking place, I could only see red but I knew there were people around and shouting would not be wise. So I took the even less wise path.
“Where were you when this happen?”
“The store” she said. “I was gone less than an hour baby.”
“You were out spending money when I say every damn day not to spend money we don’t have?” I said that like a complete asshole. My anger was not directed in the right place, the Philips Epic would have taken my verbal abuse much better.
“I have to go.” I said knowing that I could not stay on the phone and that Sarah did not deserve what I was feeling on the inside since she was probably feeling much worse.
I peeked into the reading room and only asking “… Could you please charge my patients.” And leaving with nothing else to say for fear tears of rage would break free of my control and slowing my trip home where I was needed by my wife.
I unfolded my scooter, clocked out, and raced to my car. I sped north in the rain feeling my transmission slipping third gear when I needed it most. “Let off the gas Michael it will grab, then floor this thing.” All the lights were green on my way home, fellow travelers seemed to know I needed a clear lane and moved aside before I laid in on my horn. (soo I didn’t look like a road raged psychopath) and my now 2nd call to Sarah was better than the first. The cops were there and walking with Sarah through the house. I let her go so she could talk to them and to call Rich, my step dad, to see if he had the serial numbers to my gun. I did not know it and was not sure if the gun box was unpacked or in the attic.
Rich answered the phone and I couldn’t talk, I choked out “Someone robbed us Rich. Someone kicked in the door, robbed us and stole my Berretta” I cried for a few breaths and then spoke. “Sarah is with the cops and we need the numbers off the Berretta, you wouldn’t happen to know if you have them would you?”
“I don’t think I do; you have the box and book work. Did they take that too?”
I told him it might be packed away and that I was just hopping he had quick access to it. My stepdad kept me on the phone and tried his best to keep me composed until I got home.
You know, never in a million years would I have thought I would have been robbed. My house isn’t amazing looking, it looks like little kids live here and like we are just as poor as everyone else. They kicked in my door. They/He/Her kicked the door so hard they bent the knob and blew out the door frame and wall support. Asshole. My cameras are gone, kids laptops are gone, TV is gone (thank goodness), all my pocket knives gone, change gone and the list goes on.
I wasn’t home, I wasn’t pulling up in the drive way, I wasn’t laying on the couch. I wasn’t there to protect my home. My home failed it self because of its age, homes used to be safe when home invasions only existed in books.
I drove down into my rock driveway, hanging up with Rich and parking in the grass so the
two grey Gardendale police cars could have a way out when they were done at my home. There were two police officers in my home when I stepped onto my porch. My children were with a neighbor and my wife sat at the kitchen table. Both officers were looking for potential fingerprints when I stepped up to the entry way and were surprised at how my wall “just came apart everywhere” when the old wooden door held its ground, and the dead bolt was ready to die bold. I walked through the house with one of the officers looking to see if I saw anything out of place or blatantly gone. I listed some stuff and rummaged through my closet looking for the box to my pistol. Amazingly the blue box that housed my gun when it was new was still in my closet under some old red scrubs. The cop and I went through the whole box inside and out, through the book provided by Berretta, and every other little piece held within, looking for a number. I felt out of control, I was sure there would be a number somewhere inside. No. No there was no numbers inside, outside or on any thing that came with the gun,
“oh my God I am so sorry. I just assumed the numbers would have been here too.”
-Oh my shit! I sent a picture of my gun to a friend and maybe, just maybe the numbers will be in the picture.
I fly through my messages and lo and behold there it was. Now will that help me? I doubt it. They said that gun is long gone by now. Shit man it has only been two hours at most.
The cops dusted my house for prints and tried to consul us in a sort on manner befitting a cop. I am thankful for their being around today.
Yes I am very glad Sarah was not at home. See the doors would not have been locked and as much as I believe she could have made it to my pistol and sprayed his brains all over the dinner table and stove, that probably would not have been how the story played out.
I thank God I was out of apples and Sarah was getting me anther five pounds for my lunches.
The house is secure for tonight; I am still armed and willing to protect my family.
Magis
If my words didn’t flow remember. It is 129am and my home has been turned upside down.
Goodnight
Michael Trump 