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I got scammed by lawyers, accountants and associates and lost a load of dough, and that put me in an even more dangerous situation. I had to move to a cheap, high-crime area. And I think I took that target on my back with me. Can we pray to get rid of this victim status? I’m getting post traumatically stressed and want to kill somebody. I need to find that peace and loving forgiveness Christ asks of us.
Meth addicts stole my phone, my ID, my checks, my tools, my car. Got the car back. Got it stolen again. Got it back empty of all my gear. Meth freak car thief came back and bashed my car window in to try for car theft three. I bought a cheap fixer-upper to get out of the apartment sleaziness. Car was parked there when an 11-year-old broke all windows out of my car with his buds. City didn’t care; they are swamped with larceny and only file charges against crimes against persons. Car without windows then got stolen forever. And I just got ripped off again at this little fixer-upper. I’m wary of that edge I’m walking on. When I had my phone and identity stolen, I was in no man’s land. I was a non-person with no money and no phone. You have to have I.D. to get I.D. I could have lost my job. I can’t get into my secure building without I.D.
Meth is a huge factor as the rip-offs happen near the end of the month when I used to hear the tweeky-bird tweakers whistling through the night as they either cooked or sold meth in the woods by my first apartment. I guess the security system is that if the whistling stops, run, the cops are here. Well it’s that tail end of the month, right, meth time. A kid walked up on my property and stole my circular saw and sawzall out of my open trunk as I was ten feet away working. He outran me. So now I’m thanking God because He told me to…Please, God, I don’t want to go bankrupt. I pray for Your abundant life. In all things I give thanks. Could I catch a break here?
So thanks, God, I’m not dead and didn’t have my gun on me. Which is another point. I would’ve killed this kid if I’d been carrying the gun I bought after last car theft. I would have killed a human being over some stuff. So now what? Can we please pray that I’m out of this devilish danger zone forever, please? That means crimes against me and me wanting to kill somebody, too. My Dad got killed by drag-racing juvenile hall-type teens. Brother got killed working in criminal justice system by crooked drug-affiliated guys he worked with. I’m not interested in being number three. And let’s pray for all the @#$%^&* [criminals] that God may convert them or exile them far away from what I hope and pray will be a paradise of amity and morality in my neighborhood and yours. Thanks for any help and God bless our prayer warriors!
Meth addicts stole my phone, my ID, my checks, my tools, my car. Got the car back. Got it stolen again. Got it back empty of all my gear. Meth freak car thief came back and bashed my car window in to try for car theft three. I bought a cheap fixer-upper to get out of the apartment sleaziness. Car was parked there when an 11-year-old broke all windows out of my car with his buds. City didn’t care; they are swamped with larceny and only file charges against crimes against persons. Car without windows then got stolen forever. And I just got ripped off again at this little fixer-upper. I’m wary of that edge I’m walking on. When I had my phone and identity stolen, I was in no man’s land. I was a non-person with no money and no phone. You have to have I.D. to get I.D. I could have lost my job. I can’t get into my secure building without I.D.
Meth is a huge factor as the rip-offs happen near the end of the month when I used to hear the tweeky-bird tweakers whistling through the night as they either cooked or sold meth in the woods by my first apartment. I guess the security system is that if the whistling stops, run, the cops are here. Well it’s that tail end of the month, right, meth time. A kid walked up on my property and stole my circular saw and sawzall out of my open trunk as I was ten feet away working. He outran me. So now I’m thanking God because He told me to…Please, God, I don’t want to go bankrupt. I pray for Your abundant life. In all things I give thanks. Could I catch a break here?
So thanks, God, I’m not dead and didn’t have my gun on me. Which is another point. I would’ve killed this kid if I’d been carrying the gun I bought after last car theft. I would have killed a human being over some stuff. So now what? Can we please pray that I’m out of this devilish danger zone forever, please? That means crimes against me and me wanting to kill somebody, too. My Dad got killed by drag-racing juvenile hall-type teens. Brother got killed working in criminal justice system by crooked drug-affiliated guys he worked with. I’m not interested in being number three. And let’s pray for all the @#$%^&* [criminals] that God may convert them or exile them far away from what I hope and pray will be a paradise of amity and morality in my neighborhood and yours. Thanks for any help and God bless our prayer warriors!