Growing up, my bedroom shared a wall with the garage. We didn’t have a door to get in the garage from inside the house…only way was to go out the front door and open the garage.
When I was around 18 or so, I remember hearing noises in the garage. I looked out my window and I could see that the lights were on inside the garage.
So we called the cops, and they rolled up dark and quiet. Caught the guy, he was putting things into the trunk of the car so he was about to steal a getaway car also.
That’s the only time I can recall being in a situation like that. I felt vulnerable, and it changed my life…I didn’t want to feel like that again.
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When I was around 18 or so, I remember hearing noises in the garage. I looked out my window and I could see that the lights were on inside the garage.
So we called the cops, and they rolled up dark and quiet. Caught the guy, he was putting things into the trunk of the car so he was about to steal a getaway car also.
That’s the only time I can recall being in a situation like that. I felt vulnerable, and it changed my life…I didn’t want to feel like that again.
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