together with a thick laminate. At first I thought it was frost. It looked beautiful. Then I had the yucky pit of your stomach dread. It feels yucky. I feel unsafe. I wish I had a house with full time security. I wish I lived in a world where "THEY" had enough love in their lives and knew God enough to not break into others cars. The police woman who came was very nice. She had a sense of humor. I wanted to get pictures of the car window. I wanted to check inside the car and see if anything was missing. I opened the back door and everything looked like it was in place. Then I made the mistake of shutting the back door. Gravity had been taking its effect and the glass started to make 
these noises. It was eerie. The officer said "THEY" are usually going for one of two items... stereo or personal info like insurance and registration. She recommended I start up a neighborhood watch program. I think I will. I think it is time to take a stand and take back our community. We have 4 or 5 break in every month in my neighborhood. We were not the only ones today to wake up to "THEY" being awful. 
We were just one of the misfortunate. I had really let my guard down. Every other car in my building has been broken into over the last 6 months. I guess I thought with Mercedes AWESOME security system no one would be stupid enough to try. Had they moved their hand into my car the alarm would have sounded and it calls me upstairs and then the police. Scott thinks they noticed the security system after they attempted to break the glass out. Our insurance will pay for a new window but it foils my day. I had business appointments I was headed to. "THEY" are sleeping in this morning after a busy night of intruding. I have been praying for "THEY". I have been praying to be more open to the guidance of the spirit when I may be acting like "THEY". There are times am sure when I could be a better person. My car was a gift from Arbonne when I became a VP. It makes me even more sad that it 
was a hard earned gift that someone hurt.I want to be more aware of how I am listening. Am I using my heart or my ego. Am I placing myself in others shoes so to speak or am I just thinking of myself. We could all be a little kinder, where have I heard that before...? (Pres. Hinckley, Jesus, my mom, Scott, the New Testament, Book of Mormon, Sheri Dew... you get the picture.) Just think had someone really listened to "THEY" they would have felt heard and had their needs addressed. Everyone has needs in this life. Then perhaps "THEY" would become someone who also cares. What if we each tried to be the shelter for just one person. You know the safe place where you want to run to and hear that everything will be alright. Imagine if we could be nice to someone so they don't grow up and break our windows...
