I had to write about my walk the other night. Renee and I walk every night and usually nothing exciting happens except for the occasional tumbleweed attack or terrorist sighting (see picture above--this is Renee's outerwear when the weather is cold. It helps protect her face from developing rosacea.) We wore the bright yellow safety vests that Scott brought home from work--partly to be funny, but also because we have had a few near misses with cars. Turned out to be one of those things. Keep reading.
As we were walking home, a young kid (12 years old) approached us, walking his bike, and was speaking unclearly. We were pretty scared. Renee had her air horn ready to go and I got my cell phone out ready to use as he got closer. Turns out he was lost and when he saw us, he thought we were safety patrollers because of the yellow vests! This kid, Theland, had just moved into the basement of a house a few hours earlier. His mom was at work (working graveyard shift) and he had ridden his bike to the library to do his homework. Poor kid had been wandering around for a couple of hours in the pitch black, looking for a house he barely knew. He didn't know his address, phone number, the name of the people who owned the house or anything!!!! Scary!!! He did know his mom's cell phone number, which we called. She was able to tell us, "As you walk away from xxxxx, turn right and it's the second tan house." Once we got there, Theland still wasn't sure it was the right house and no one answered the door. He went around back and found his sister's bike and then knew it was the right house. YEAH!!!!!!!! Made us both cry and feel grateful that we had the vests on tonight, had a cell phone and that Theland found us and not someone else!
