Sunday morning feel good stories
In Honea Path, South Carolina, a 15-year-old was watching a home while the residents were at a funeral when the teen saw someone scoping out the house. When he confronted the man, the crook seemed to reach for a gun in his waistband and the teen shot him in the leg. The man fled the scene leaving a trail of blood which police dogs followed until it ended where the crook escaped the scene in his car. So police are still looking for him to get his side of the story.
In LaVista, Nebraska a couple were house-sitting for friends when they heard someone kick in the front door. The 19-year-old male house-sitter met the thieves at the door and fired, hitting 26-year-old Darrick Minner, an ex-boyfriend of the actual homeowner. He’s in surgery with non-life-threatening injuries. The house sitters are uninjured.
In Garner, North Carolina, police arrived on the scene of an armed robbery to find one of the suspect already shot for them. Apparently, he got into an altercation when they tried to rob two workers outside of the restaurant, during which time a gun was discharged and the crook was shot. His accomplice left him behind and the injured fellow is expected to survive after surgery.
Category: Feel Good Stories
Does house sitting qualify for hazardous duty pay? It should.
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This sure evokes some memories of my own experiences while guarding private residences for friends who were absent for extended periods of time.
One of those was a cattle ranch, which I protected for two years.
Another residence contained extremely sensitive documents belonging to an organization I was involved in, of Viet Nam war veterans who were members of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the so-called “Mormon” church), whose purpose was to assist Vietnamese Church members who were left behind when Saigon fell.
In another situation, a relative of some friends had killed a man, and was jailed during the investigation, after which they were released for lack of evidence.
In each case, for high visibility, I wore my old police uniform, with a security officer badge, and my old service revolver.
(At that time, in Utah and Idaho, a strictly in-house private security officer did not require a state license.)
In addition, I carried a signed letter of authorization from the owners in my pocket, a copy of which was given to the local law enforcement agency, and I maintained a daily written log, documenting all events, visitors, telephone calls, equipment used, and even the daily weather report (which came in handy for the insurance agent when a severe storm damaged a barn).
Naturally, my duties included posting the colors each morning.
When I was protecting the cattle ranch, I wanted to avoid getting into a situation where I would have to use my weapon, so I started a rumor among the residents of the local community that the ranch was being guarded by a Viet Nam veteran who was crazy and had a gun.
I never had any trouble.
I have heard the creak of the looney bin door hinges……