Stay inside. Lock the doors. One
gunman caught, two at large. No
cars allowed on our street. Real
live SWAT guys and the FBI.
That was Tuesday. In my neighborhood.
A failed jewelry store robbery, a
wounded officer...uneasiness fills the air.
If I could move away, would
I? And if violence is often
random, then there's no where to
run to, right? This is home.
And fear is not invited in.
Even if it knocks loudly or
permeates the cracks of my foundation.
I'll choose faith over fear as
I move through each extraordinary day.