Crime in Bountiful Soars

April 30, 2012

Good morning Jared,

We have had another crazy week. I guess it started out a week ago Friday when Grandma Mott called the eye doctor. She has been seeing some weird stuff out of one eye. He got her in on Friday, saw that she had a tear in her retina so he immediately got her an appointment with a  specialist on Monday morning in Salt Lake. Her plan was to come out and back in one day. It was business as usual for me last Monday, so I was working at Spanky's when I looked up and saw both of my parents. The doctor told her she needed surgery and he would do it Tuesday morning. They came by to spend the night.

About 12:30 Tuesday morning, the phone rang. I thought it was perhaps someone calling to be the first to wish me a happy birthday, but instead it was Dennis. He said the cops were on their way and we might want to come out and make a statement. We were burglarized again! Dennis was just getting ready to get in bed when he saw headlights outside. He looked out and noticed the dome light in his car and Grandma and Grandpa's car were both on. There were some kids going through both of them. He turned his porch light on and yelled and they jumped in the get-a-way car and sped off. We think they came in on foot, cleaned out the cars and then the car came in for them. They got in Taylor's car, but found nothing. They somehow got into the Audi, which was locked, and got Dad's new GPS. Then they moved on to Dennis' car, got his stereo front and rummaged through the Buick but found nothing.  When they were in the Audi, they went through the glove box where your iPod was...I felt terrible about losing that, of all things,  but on closer examination, we found it. I'm not sure how they missed it. We think it had to be a miracle. The car was in the driveway where it was well lit, the dome light and the glove box light were on and the they had a flashlight (which they accidentally left in  Dennis' car). How could they have not seen it? Anyway, it was our tender mercy. The police came and did an investigation. We ended up talking to him until about 1:30.

We climbed back in bed and tried to unwind from the early morning activities. After laying there a bit, Dad saw car lights reflecting off the garage. I jumped out of bed and ran to the front room window where I saw a small, dark car stopped. I watched as a tall man stepped out of the car. He was carrying some sort of bag. My heart was racing. I yelled in my loudest whisper for dad to call 911!. Then something inside me hesitated. I told him to hold the call until I did some investigation of my own. I watched as he slowly strolled towards Ensigns, then disappeared between Meske's and Ensigns. I waited a couple of minutes but he never came back out of the shadows. I put on a robe and headed over to find out who was lurking in the darkness. I slowly made my way over, with Dad following twenty feet behind with cell phone in hand in case he had to call for back up. When I got to the side of their garage, there was a light on and some rustling sounds. I was a little perplexed about how a crook could get in the garage, since the window is so far off the ground.  I cautiously made my way around to the back of the house, where I saw Masen's tv through his bedroom window. It was then I realized it could have been him coming home. I went back to the side of the garage where I thought he was and called out to him, to make sure that was him in there. When he didn't answer, I realized what it was making the noise! They have a bunch of new baby chicks. Haha The light was the heat lamp and the rustling sound was them! Boy did I feel foolish. Later that day, Christy confirmed that it was Masen coming home at 2:00 am. I nearly called the cops on him! 

So in the end, we only lost the GPS, we never caught the lousy crooks but they didn't get your iPod and they did no damage to the cars. We feel pretty blessed. Taylor said he was glad for the bad guys, because they are the ones that keep life exciting.

After Grandmas surgery, she decided to stay here for a week of recovery, since she is supposed to keep her eye looking to the ground for seven days and nights. The doctor injected a gas bubble in her eye to hold it where it needs to be to heal, but the eye had to be down in order for it to work properly. Today I will take her back to the doctor, if he clears her to go home, I will take her half way and meet Grandpa this afternoon.

Life is an adventure. Sometime when it isn't, we have to do things like follow our neighbors who lurk the the darkness at unearthly hours or talk to baby chicks in the middle of the night. In the end, it's all about the story. I thought maybe I could be a vigilante and stop a crime in progress, instead I just got put on somebody's stalker list. And Bella, our ferocious watchdog, slept through the whole thing.

I love you, Jared!

Mom


Hey,  

Elder Tobler and I are doing great. We have had a pretty great week.   We had dinner with a family in the ward last monday, we were talking to brother Jenkins, and it turns out, he's from Sunset Utah. He said he thinks his parents probably know grandma and grandpa.  

We had a great lesson on Tuesday night. We have a family that is investigating the church, the Sibandas. They're from Zimbabwe, and they are amazing. They absolutely know that the church is true. They'd be baptized today if they could. The problem is they both work on Sundays. They've both asked time and time again to get Sundays off, but it's not happening. So that's the trial they're going through right now.

We were able to have dinner with a family in the ward, and have the Sibandas with us too. We had a great dinner and lesson afterwards. They can't come to church now, but they have a huge ammount of faith and I know that the Lord will bless them for it. He will provide a way.   Thursday was great. Our evening was packed with appointments. We taught a guy named Ryan. He's been coming to church for the past few week. He's a great guy. We taught him and commited him to be baptized in June. He told us no, but he would think about it. A few days ago we got a call from him, and he had some questions about how the baptism service works. I have a feeling he'll get baptized pretty soon. Later that night we had a lesson with the Thompson family. Normally we just teach the father, but this time the son was there with a bunch of friends. They were all really interested and wanted to learn more. They had so many questions that we didn't get home until about 10:15...and we're supposed to be in at 9:30. Oops...  

On Saturday we had some success. We were able to have three lessons back to back, and none of them were set appointments. We stopped by a few investigators we hadn't heard from in a while and happened to catch them home. That was two of the lessons. The third was with a man named Keith. We found his name in the potential investigators section of the area book. He let us right in and we taught him the Restoration. It was great.  

Hope you're having a great week.    

Love,  

Jared