Stranger With A Name

Earlier this week, I had planned on taking a day off and spending some time with my daughter, Beth. The night before, she had 6 teens over - 4 males and 2 females. Only 1 female was staying all night. Only 1 male was a stranger with a name. He had came with one of the other males. They shot pool, conversed, listened to music. I went to bed around 10:00 p.m. 2 males left around 11. 1 female left before midnight. The other 2 males left around 1:30 a.m.

When I got up the next morning, my cell phone was missing. I went to Beth's room and asked her if she knew where it was. She said, "no", and went back to sleep. 2 hours later, her and her friend got up. Beth's cell phone and IPOD were also missing. I called the police. Beth told me one of the males wanted "more" than she was willing to give. She also told me they had spoke about stealing and how she had told him that she thought it was wrong to steal from people you know. (Immediately in my mind, I wondered if she thought it was ok to steal from a stranger. I didn't ask.) I asked her if the male brought up the conversation of stealing. She said, "no, I did". Anyway, she fell asleep listening to her IPOD. 2 males and 1 female were still in the house. A little after Beth fell asleep, the 2 males left. The other male - his friend - tried to get ahold of him to tell him if he returned the items we would drop the charges. He has not been able to reach him. So for now, it's in the hands of the detective.

After talking to the police, we went about our day. It turned out to be a really, really good day. Towards the end of the day, I talked to my son in Colorado. He had spent part of his day in the emergency room - once again. He was found on the mountain unconscious and bloody. He had crashed on his snowboard. Thank goodness he is coming home for the summer.

I remembered a few years back when my son left for NC for a visit. We had argued (don't recall what about now) before he left. My daughter left the same day for Chicago for a middle school trip. That same day, I had accidently left my cell phone at work for the weekend. When I got home, my land phone wasn't working either. That weekend, my son got hit in the face with a golf club. He ended up in the emergency room. He called and called and called me. No answer. Poor guy - he thought I was still angry with him. My daughter was suppose to call me when she got back from Chicago so I could come pick her up. It turned out - my land phone was working right before she got to the school. This time, when my son was in the emergency room - he did not try calling me. When he got out, then he called and I got that call.

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