I am home with them now, checked on everyone - they are all okay, just a little starled, wasn't sure who I was when I opened the door.
malt, I'm definitely not mad at them 'doing their job'. some people can be just plainly so rude, too busy or too lazy to write and tell me at least something. it is my home, my kids and they asked me to leave. when I approached, one guy started talking, I said "(you'll need to) write...I can't hear." - he shook his head no no, shooed me back with his hand. I mean that less-busy-than-others guy was standing by his car talking to a radio, ABLE to write something - there were five of them around. he can get in trouble for that because what if there was a fire, would they let me write who's in there? or anything they need to know. when I gave up, walked to next cop who was interviewing a woman - he then realized I live there! passed me the card, pointed my car, "go." he just didn't put in much of effort for people like us.
anyway, back to what happened - the dispacther finally was able to tell me what went on this morning. I will email everyone who responded to this after I recharge myself, am too distraught and I feel like there's 8 watermelons in my eyelids.
thank you for prayers, relieved now.
Why can't you just post it on here?
Originally Posted by sandragonfly
Why can't you just post it on here?
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