Yesterday, we took our granddaughter "home" to where she lives in Federal Way, (between Seattle and Tacoma for those who don't live here) About a 2-1/2 hour drive each way. We got home around 8:30 pm. My wife and I were watching TV, youngest grandson (age 16) who is visiting from CA was upstairs on the phone with his dad. He heard a loud noise outside, looked out the window in time to see someone he recognized as NOT one of the people who lived there...and saw him throw a huge rock into the rear window of the neighbors' car. He yelled "HEY!" Out the window...and the guy ran away. Grandson came downstairs, to,d me what he had seen, and we went outside to see WTF was going on. Saw the neighbor outside looking around, and he told us both the front windshield and rear window had been smashed. My grandson told him what he had seen, a description of the guy, and what direction he had gone. We both shined iur flashlights down the street...and there he was, wandering around the street.
The neighbor hustled down the street to catch the guy, I started going that direction when the lady of the house came out, all freaked out. I told her what was happening...she said, "I'm going to get my pistol!", and asked me to go make sure her fellow was ok...and let him know the police were on the way.
I hobbled down the street, he and I kept the guy contained so he couldn't wander off. It was pretty obvious something was wrong with him...drunk, drugs, or mental.
About that time, another neighbor heard the commotion and came running out. "That's my brother, he's mentally ill. Please don't hurt him!"
The cops showed up, restrained him, tried to talk to him, couldn't get a lucid response...called the aid car to check him out, handcuffed him, and the aid car finally loaded him up and transported him to the local hospital...and told the neighbor his brother would most likely be sent to the local state mental hospital for evaluation...and to try to get him stabilized on his meds again.
We all gave our statements to the cops and went home. Excitement over for the evening.
This afternoon, the neighbor whose car got fucked up came over and asked for my grandson.
Thanked him profusely...without his identification, odds are, no one would have known what happened or who did it.
Handed him a thank you card...with $100 inside. Stunned my grandson...No one had ever done anything like that for him.
He's the hero of the neighborhood...at least for now.
(sorry for the novella...thought it should be told)