drama on the second floor
Drama on the second floor tonight, but not with the usual culprits. The neighbor below us attempted suicide and brought out all sorts of emergency personnel.
Debbie was the first to hear the pounding on Sherri's door, and we both went tiptoeing over to the stairwell to try to spy on what was happening. When I noticed that there were 6-10 emergency vehicles in front of the building, I pulled her down the stairs and offered our assistance to the sheriff deputies and firefighters. They had us run to the office to get a key for Sherri's door, but by the time we got back, they'd broken the locks and forced the door open. It was a mess.
When they didn't find Sherri in the apartment, one of the deputies drove with us to the office where Debbie pulled several files to give them information like Sherri's workplace, nearest relatives, name of her boyfriend, etc. Debbie had already taken her sleeping medicine (it's incredibly strong), so I was watching her carefully to make sure she didn't pass out. For a woman on drugs, she did great! I was proud of her, and told her so later on.
The deputies were arranging for a bloodhound to come and track Sherri, perhaps into the woods, when her boyfriend called. He said that she was in the hospital due to a bad reaction to medicine; however, the tip that 911 had received was about a suicide attempt. Also, while I was eating dinner on the balcony earlier in the evening, I'd overheard a strange conversation between Sherri and another individual that indicated suicide plans. So they're investigating further.
Something I wanted to note is that, while Debbie and I were in the back of the police car, we prayed quietly for wisdom and knowledge for the deputies as they looked for Sherri -- there was a lot of information for them to sort through in a short time -- and safety for Sherri. Later, the officer commented to me that he's not "religious" and thinks that "religion" (and the Holy Land) is boring. I am really glad that he got to hear our prayer, then, because God answered each of our requests in a very visible way. I hope somehow that God's provision in this incident finds a niche in his heart.
Also worth noting is that the backseat of a squad car is quite uncomfortable. Zero leg-room, literally! There's a plastic barrier thing that basically squishes down on the passenger's legs to keep him from moving. Yuck. Debbie and I couldn't scoot in the normal way; we had to crawl on our hands and knees on the seat to get in and out.
Anyway, now we're both wired. Debbie's probably not going to sleep tonight, despite a double dosage of medicine. I talked her into calling out from work tomorrow so that she has one less worry in her mind as she lays in her bed tonight and stares at the ceiling. Me, I'll probably be up for two hours more until my body calms down.
Praise God for providing tonight!
Debbie was the first to hear the pounding on Sherri's door, and we both went tiptoeing over to the stairwell to try to spy on what was happening. When I noticed that there were 6-10 emergency vehicles in front of the building, I pulled her down the stairs and offered our assistance to the sheriff deputies and firefighters. They had us run to the office to get a key for Sherri's door, but by the time we got back, they'd broken the locks and forced the door open. It was a mess.
When they didn't find Sherri in the apartment, one of the deputies drove with us to the office where Debbie pulled several files to give them information like Sherri's workplace, nearest relatives, name of her boyfriend, etc. Debbie had already taken her sleeping medicine (it's incredibly strong), so I was watching her carefully to make sure she didn't pass out. For a woman on drugs, she did great! I was proud of her, and told her so later on.
The deputies were arranging for a bloodhound to come and track Sherri, perhaps into the woods, when her boyfriend called. He said that she was in the hospital due to a bad reaction to medicine; however, the tip that 911 had received was about a suicide attempt. Also, while I was eating dinner on the balcony earlier in the evening, I'd overheard a strange conversation between Sherri and another individual that indicated suicide plans. So they're investigating further.
Something I wanted to note is that, while Debbie and I were in the back of the police car, we prayed quietly for wisdom and knowledge for the deputies as they looked for Sherri -- there was a lot of information for them to sort through in a short time -- and safety for Sherri. Later, the officer commented to me that he's not "religious" and thinks that "religion" (and the Holy Land) is boring. I am really glad that he got to hear our prayer, then, because God answered each of our requests in a very visible way. I hope somehow that God's provision in this incident finds a niche in his heart.
Also worth noting is that the backseat of a squad car is quite uncomfortable. Zero leg-room, literally! There's a plastic barrier thing that basically squishes down on the passenger's legs to keep him from moving. Yuck. Debbie and I couldn't scoot in the normal way; we had to crawl on our hands and knees on the seat to get in and out.
Anyway, now we're both wired. Debbie's probably not going to sleep tonight, despite a double dosage of medicine. I talked her into calling out from work tomorrow so that she has one less worry in her mind as she lays in her bed tonight and stares at the ceiling. Me, I'll probably be up for two hours more until my body calms down.
Praise God for providing tonight!