There are few things more important in life than the safety and security of ourselves and our loved ones.
It should go without saying that the majority of us want to avoid danger wherever possible, and most of all in our own homes. For as long as humans have been civilized, our homes, be they small or large, ancient or brand-spanking new, have provided us with an added sense of security.
Which is why it’s so terrifying when we fall victim to burglaries and the like. The very idea of a stranger gaining access to our home and being able to snoop around and touch or take what they please gives me the creeps.
I’m sure I’m not alone in that, so I thought it a good idea to share an important warning concerning a tactic employed by some criminals looking to gain access to properties by preying on unsuspecting homeowners. Want to know more? Read on…
Security at home is usually something people take seriously. Some own dogs that they rely on to be both a warning and defensive system. Others have security cameras outside their homes in the hope of warding off would-be criminals or filming them if they’re undeterred.
As has been the case time and again throughout history, however, criminals always endeavor to stay one step ahead of the preventative methods in place to stop them.
Warning!!! Two weeks ago during the day, a hard knock was at my front door, not a regular knock but almost pounding, (I…
Posted by Kim Fleming Cernigliaro on Thursday, April 21, 2016
A Texas woman, Kim Fleming Cernigliaro, found that out a few years ago, when she found herself at the center of an alleged break-in attempt at her home.
Following her terrifying ordeal – which occurred in 2016 – Kim took to Facebook to explain what had happened, as well as to give a rather sinister warning that people would be wise to remember.
“Two weeks ago,” her post began, “during the day, a hard knock was at my front door, not a regular knock but almost pounding, (I honestly thought something may have happened to someone and they needed help) but something didn’t feel right…and I DO NOT answer the door when I am here by myself. So don’t bother!
“After several Knocks, they finally left. I glanced and could see it was a man through the stained glass of my door. After about 30 minutes I walked outside to look for what I thought would be a brochure, but instead found a rubber band around my knob to hold the door to open when I unlocked the latch. I called Ron and he told me to get the gun out and leave it out.”
Shockingly, as per reports, Kim had come very close to being the victim of a technique used by criminals to gain entry to people’s homes.
Kim’s post went on to reveal that she had contacted the local sheriff, who had informed her that it was quickly becoming a trend in the area.
She continued: “As soon as you unlatch the door, they do not wait for you to turn the knob, they can bust in on you. Anyway just be careful, I USE to be such a trusting person, but not at all anymore!”
See more about the rubber band trick in the video below:
Wow! I’ll certainly be thinking twice about answering the door to unexpected strangers from now on! Share this article to help us get the message out there.
TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND — THANK YOU!
The room buzzed with a gentle warmth, a symphony of soft chatter and the clinking of glasses. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the silver strands in her hair as she stood, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “To my wonderful husband,” she began, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless, but filled with an undeniable love.
Fifty-five years. Fifty-five years of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and weathered storms. Fifty-five years of building a life, brick by brick, with the man standing beside her, his hand warm in hers.
“I truly love my husband,” she continued, her eyes glistening. “And I am so grateful for our 55 years of marriage. Our life hasn’t always been easy, has it, darling?” She turned to him, her smile widening. “But he has always been by my side, through every storm, every challenge, every joy.”
She remembered the early days, the cramped apartment, the late nights spent huddled over textbooks, their dreams as big as the sky. He had worked tirelessly, his hands calloused and strong, to provide for their growing family. She remembered the birth of their first child, the overwhelming rush of love, the fear, the sheer wonder of it all.
“Together,” she said, her voice filled with pride, “we raised five wonderful children. And now, we are blessed with eleven grandchildren!”
The room erupted in applause, a wave of affection washing over them. She remembered the chaos of raising five children, the constant hum of activity, the endless piles of laundry, the scraped knees and bedtime stories. He had been her rock, her partner, her equal.
“He has always been an incredible partner in parenting,” she said, her voice softening. “Reading to our kids, changing diapers, playing with them, and putting them to bed when I was overwhelmed. He never hesitated to help, whether it was inside or outside the house.”
She remembered the late nights, the whispered conversations over cups of tea, the shared dreams and anxieties. He had always listened, truly listened, his eyes filled with understanding. And she, in turn, had listened to him, offering her own brand of comfort and support.
“He does laundry,” she chuckled, a hint of playful amusement in her voice. “He cleans when I’m not feeling well, and even cooks a few times a week, simply because he enjoys it.”
She remembered the Sunday mornings, the smell of pancakes and bacon filling the house, the sound of his cheerful whistling as he worked in the kitchen. She remembered the evenings spent in the garden, their hands stained with earth, planting, weeding, and harvesting together.
“And when it comes to our garden,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “he’s right there with me, every step of the way.”
She remembered the quiet moments, the stolen glances, the unspoken understanding that flowed between them. Their marriage was a tapestry woven with shared experiences, mutual respect, and an unwavering love.
“He listens to me, and I listen to him,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “Our marriage has always been about partnership and mutual respect.”
She looked at him, her heart overflowing with gratitude. “Today,” she said, her voice trembling, “I just want to thank him in front of everyone, just like I thank him every day, for being by my side.”
The room erupted in applause once more, a standing ovation this time. He stood beside her, his eyes filled with love, his hand squeezing hers gently. He was her anchor, her confidante, her best friend. And she, in turn, was his.
As they sat down, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, she felt a profound sense of contentment. Their life, though filled with challenges, had been a beautiful journey, a testament to the enduring power of love. And she knew, with unwavering certainty, that she wouldn’t have changed a single moment of it.
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