Teach your children well…
Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 7:23 pm
…as Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young would say.
Many of us have always heard, or said, “Never take candy from strangers” and other words of warning as we were growing up or as we watched our children grow. I have always hoped my daughter would retain some of the parental guidance Rosanne and I have directed her way. It seems she has.
A few members were nearby when I had a phone conversation with my daughter yesterday and may wonder what was going on. While Rosanne and I were at DSCF Melissa was taking care of things at our house. Saturday afternoon I had just loaded Harley on the trailer when I heard the last ring on my cell phone. I looked to see that Melissa had just called so I called her right back. She asked if I had time to talk and I could tell by her voice there was a problem. I told her I always had time for her and said to go ahead and talk.
She said she had just put her dog in her car to run an errand and had turned to shut the garage door when she heard our three bigger dogs carrying on. When she turned to see what had set them off she saw a van flying up the drive and stop behind my Suburban. The guy opened the door and asked if she could help him. Using the caution she had learned early in life she stayed back and asked what the guy needed. He said he was handicapped and had dropped his cell phone and needed help getting it. Melissa asked where the phone was and the guy said it on his van floor. She asked where on the floor and he said to come to his door and reach down between his legs and she would be able to get it.
Melissa said she was not comfortable doing that and would not do it. The guy told her to come closer and she would be able to see his wheel chair in the back. She said she was not coming any closer and again said she was not comfortable with the situation. The guy then asked if there was a male present that could do it. Melissa, remembering that we always taught her to never lie (bad move at this point), said there was no one else at the house. The guy then asked her again to help him. She again refused and kept her distance. The driver then said a few choice words, slammed his door and sped away.
At that point she was afraid to leave the house. I told her to call the sheriff’s office, tell the dispatcher exactly what happened and they would send a car out. She said she didn’t know what kind of van it was and didn’t get a plate number. She only knew it was red and the guy looked like Santa Clause. I told her that was enough information to give them since I doubted we had very many Santa look-a-likes with vans in our area. She called me back within fifteen minutes and said the deputy was there in no time. He said he would watch for vans and passed the info on to the rest of the department.
I am left to wonder about this. Whether the man truly had a physical condition or not, I know she did the right thing in refusing to help. It was a cell phone (supposedly) and not a dire life threatening emergency for the man. It would be hard to miss the fire department across from our house. Why not go there instead of approaching a young woman who appeared to be alone? People turn up missing everyday and are never heard from again. I’m glad my daughter used common sense and gave herself room to flee if she had to. If the guy would have chased her she would have just hopped the fence so the guy could be dog food. Dozer just looks like a little weakling, Bandit has a pretty good bite and many people know to never trust that twinkle in Flash's pretty blue eye's.
I also think that an innocent fib about any male presence would have been appropriate in this situation and told her never let others know you are alone.
Many of us have always heard, or said, “Never take candy from strangers” and other words of warning as we were growing up or as we watched our children grow. I have always hoped my daughter would retain some of the parental guidance Rosanne and I have directed her way. It seems she has.
A few members were nearby when I had a phone conversation with my daughter yesterday and may wonder what was going on. While Rosanne and I were at DSCF Melissa was taking care of things at our house. Saturday afternoon I had just loaded Harley on the trailer when I heard the last ring on my cell phone. I looked to see that Melissa had just called so I called her right back. She asked if I had time to talk and I could tell by her voice there was a problem. I told her I always had time for her and said to go ahead and talk.
She said she had just put her dog in her car to run an errand and had turned to shut the garage door when she heard our three bigger dogs carrying on. When she turned to see what had set them off she saw a van flying up the drive and stop behind my Suburban. The guy opened the door and asked if she could help him. Using the caution she had learned early in life she stayed back and asked what the guy needed. He said he was handicapped and had dropped his cell phone and needed help getting it. Melissa asked where the phone was and the guy said it on his van floor. She asked where on the floor and he said to come to his door and reach down between his legs and she would be able to get it.
Melissa said she was not comfortable doing that and would not do it. The guy told her to come closer and she would be able to see his wheel chair in the back. She said she was not coming any closer and again said she was not comfortable with the situation. The guy then asked if there was a male present that could do it. Melissa, remembering that we always taught her to never lie (bad move at this point), said there was no one else at the house. The guy then asked her again to help him. She again refused and kept her distance. The driver then said a few choice words, slammed his door and sped away.
At that point she was afraid to leave the house. I told her to call the sheriff’s office, tell the dispatcher exactly what happened and they would send a car out. She said she didn’t know what kind of van it was and didn’t get a plate number. She only knew it was red and the guy looked like Santa Clause. I told her that was enough information to give them since I doubted we had very many Santa look-a-likes with vans in our area. She called me back within fifteen minutes and said the deputy was there in no time. He said he would watch for vans and passed the info on to the rest of the department.
I am left to wonder about this. Whether the man truly had a physical condition or not, I know she did the right thing in refusing to help. It was a cell phone (supposedly) and not a dire life threatening emergency for the man. It would be hard to miss the fire department across from our house. Why not go there instead of approaching a young woman who appeared to be alone? People turn up missing everyday and are never heard from again. I’m glad my daughter used common sense and gave herself room to flee if she had to. If the guy would have chased her she would have just hopped the fence so the guy could be dog food. Dozer just looks like a little weakling, Bandit has a pretty good bite and many people know to never trust that twinkle in Flash's pretty blue eye's.
I also think that an innocent fib about any male presence would have been appropriate in this situation and told her never let others know you are alone.