CHAPTER 25 Showdown at the O.K. Corral

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It was the second day with my new routine of gratitude, affirmations, and "The Secret" DVD, in addition to my normal energy and physical routines. I felt better.

"Hey. How's it going?" I asked Dad on the phone.

"We had an early morning meeting so we're just finishing our breakfast and watching 'The Secret'," Dad said.

I told them they should start watching "The Secret" DVD first thing in the morning. They had forgotten to yesterday morning. But last night Dad remembered and pulled the DVD out and put it right next to the player so he wouldn't forget.

After I had breakfast, I happened to look down at the A-Frame on Parcel A. It was always within my view when I was in my kitchen or living room. I saw two trucks and one Sheriff's car parked at the house. I called my Parents.

"Well, I better get over there and find out what's going on," said my Dad.

A few minutes later I saw my Parent's car racing over to the A-Frame. Another Sheriff's car had arrived as well. I had no idea what was going on but it didn't look good to have two Sheriff's Deputy cars at the house.

I grabbed my binoculars for a closer look. Or more importantly to see if anyone, like say my Dad, was being handcuffed and hauled off. There seemed to be a lot of talking going on outside in the yard. But no one was being shoved into the back of a squad car.

After what seemed like an hour looked out my window again. My Dad was walking over to their new temporary house, the Glass House on Parcel B, with one of the guys from the truck. They appeared to be talking and smiling.

Then both the Sheriff cars left. The guy that had walked over with my Parents walked back to his truck and got in and drove away. The last truck that was there drove away as well.

Then the phone rang. It was my Dad.

"So, what happened?" I asked.

Dad proceeded to tell me the story.

"I guess the Bank sent another crew [the fifth crew to come to the Farm] to clean the house [the A-Frame on Parcel A]. They didn't realize we still had stuff, and a lot of it, inside the house."

"That must have shocked them."

"Yeah. It did. They were told to move everything of ours into one room so they could clean the rest of the house, an impossible feat. When Your Mother and I first pulled up the Sheriff Deputy had his hand on his gun, ready to pull it out. I figured the Deputy was acting like that because I had my hands in my pocket. So I pulled my hands out and put them in the air. The Deputy seemed a little punchy so I had to show that I wasn't a threat."

"We don't want any trouble," Dad told the Deputy with his hands displayed non-aggressively in the air.

"Do you have any weapons on you?" asked the Deputy.

Dad replied to the Deputy, "No sir."

"I realized later that I had a knife on my belt loop. But decided against mentioning it to the Deputy because of how amped up he was. The Deputy that was doing most of the talking, the one who had arrived first on the scene, had a pretty hot temper. The Deputy said according to the file, we should have all our stuff out of the house already. I told him the file was wrong," Dad told me.

"Why don't you just move all your stuff out?" said the Deputy.

"Because the law gives me fifteen days to move my stuff," replied Dad to the Deputy.

The Deputy and the Bank's crew told Dad they had never heard of anyone still having their stuff in the house after the Foreclosure, and certainly not after the Eviction. I guess we were unique to everyone. How exciting for us.

The Bank had never been faced with anyone that was still working within the fifteen day time period to remove their things from the property. So they were at a loss. I should rephrase. The way the Banks were handling all the Foreclosures across America was piss poor at best. Then you add our situation, which was rare, it was surprising the Bank could figure anything out at all. They couldn't find themselves in the dark, if we handed them a flashlight.

Apparently the crew who had showed up in the truck yesterday was legit. They had been given an order by the Bank to clean the house.

The Property management boss that had showed up with the crew that day had told Dad, "The Banks are all crooks."

Even the people working for the Banks thought they were crooks and hoped we were able to get our property back. We had yet to talk to anyone that liked the Banks, or gave them one bit of praise. Everyone we'd talked to disliked them, thought they were ruthless and greedy. The people we came across who were working for the Banks disliked having to work for them with a fiery passion and the only reason they did, was for the money.

I can't imagine running a business where no one liked me, not even the people working for me.

"Well, this isn't a threatening situation. I'm not going to worry anymore about this property," the Deputy told the crew.

Dad told me later, "Thank God we watched 'The Secret' this morning because it settled me down. And turned out I needed it before having to deal with the Deputies."

Due to the episode with the Deputies, we were running almost an hour behind in our moving schedule for the day. Not a good thing at all. Dad doesn't like to be behind in his schedule. It makes him more uptight and anxious than he already is. It's another instance where PTSD rears its ugly head.


"If I had a formula for bypassing trouble, I would not pass it round. Trouble creates a capacity to handle it. I don't embrace trouble; that's as bad as treating it as an enemy. But I do say meet it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it."

Oliver Wendell Holmes

American Physician, Professor, Lecturer, Author

(1809-1894)


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