The youths who burgled my mum

A week ago today, my mum who is widowed, blind in one eye, requires a hearing aid and 90 this Christmas,  told us she thought she was losing her mind. She said she had lost her handbag. At first despite my thirty years as a Police Officer, I thought yes it will turn up mum.

By the next day it was clear that she was the victim of a sneak in burglary. She had received two calls from an Indian call centre and paid no attention to them believing them to be sales calls. In actuality they were calls to tell her that he bank account had been showing signs of unusual activity.

So unusual in fact that each day for three days the maximum amount of money had been withdrawn. Unbeknown to us she had a cash card and pin number but had never used it, so didn’t understand the significance of keeping them together.

Half her life savings, had gone either in cash or supermarkets,  where nearly £400.00 had been spent on booze and cigarettes on more than one occasion. Despite the card being stopped they still made ten further attempts to use it.  They, the four of them, got away with more than I’ve ever earned in a month. (Not bad pay for an illiterate bunch of cowardice fools)

 Yes we know about them and are getting closer to knowing who they are. (Of course the Police know but cannot tell us the family, yet  )They have been arrested but denied it despite having a thousand pounds in cash and being out of work. So they have been released.

As a life coach I had to find a positive.................At least she had not disturbed them and gotten herself physically hurt.

But the next few days revealed she was physically hurt. She was injured with shock. Hopefully, not emotionally scarred but definitely scared.

 She was frightened at night in the home that my dad set up for her when he somehow knew, he was going to die first. The home she loves is now a prison.  A strange kind of prison that she lives in, but feels locked out of.

She feels she can no longer live there safely. Yes this is the lady that in her seventies was providing free dinners for elderly neighbours, that saves her money and yet each month donates some to worthy causes. She just made the biggest donation ever to these individuals who are of course unworthy.

Come on I tell myself you are a life coach sort it! How?

Revenge? ,Anger?, Love? ,Revenge on who? Angry with who? Can love ever own the title of love if it involves thoughts of reprisal ? And I mean reprisal.

One life coaching rule is use catharsis. If I can deal with the anger perhaps I can show even more love to a mum that needs it now more than ever.

So hubbers, this is my attempt to walk my talk. Write about it while I feel angry, let the words flow, when I feel better leave it and come back to it the next time I feel like seeking out the culprits with a hammer. Well that’s me sorted for the time being. Selfish you think? Well I need to be sorted to be better able to help my mum, her angry family, my family, the Police, the people who are so enraged that they will do vengeance and thereby jeopardise themselves . Got to go............ know a man at the pub who knows a man at the pub with a Rottweiler that eats cowards has a baseball bat and balaclava, and .............No only joking the catharsis is working!