So I left my house this certain Saturdayat the end of July at 12 noon and returned by 3 pm. I noticed a few things out of place when I went down the hall. This is what I found when I entered my room. It was a strange moment. I have never had this feeling before, someone was actually in my home, in my bedroom and completely tore it up. It wasn't fun. I forgot to lock the back door when I left. I always lock the doors, but forgot this one time. This would be the one day that someone would climb over my back fence and try my house. Of course! They pulled everything off the closet shelves, emptied my cedar chest completely, emptied the drawers, emptied my file cabinet (that was fun to put back together), tossed my sewing box, and seemed to dump my jewelry box onto my bed. UGH! They took all of my kids piggy banks, my full piggy bank, one of my checkbooks, and my videocamera. All 5 of the tapes that I had recorded my kids on since 2004 were in the videocamera bag. I can't even think about it, it makes me too sad. I wanted to scream out the front door, take anything you want from this house, keep the money (only about $30 they got away with) but return my video tapes!!!! Oh well, not much to be done. The police came, after about 6 hours took a report and left. It makes me so mad that some evil people have nothing better to do than take from others what doesn't belong to them.
A few weeks later, on a Friday night when the kids were at their dads, there was a knock on my door around 9:00 pm. I peeked out the window to see who it was (because I'm at least smart enough not to open my door that late at night, right?). No one was there, but there was something on the porch right outside the door. I opened the door and found a bag of money, dollar bills and change. Attached was a note that read: To the Fernandez kids, Here is a little something to replace what was lost. From, Your Friends. Inside the bag was 3 two dollar bills, 3 one dollar bills, 3 gold president dollar coins, 6 half dollar coins, and I can't remember how many quarters, dimes and nickels, but when the kids came home the next day, we split it up and counted it. They each received the same amount, $7.20. Can you believe it? I was stunned. My R.S. president lives across the street, so she knew about the burglary, and a few neighbors knew, but I will never know who took the time and love to give back to my kids some of what they had lost. We are surrounded by angels here in our little part of Mesa! I have seen soooo much goodness given to me and my little family in the past year and a half. It's incredible to me. You can be sure that I double check all my doors before I leave the house always...too bad I had to learn that lesson the hard way.