An incident that left me shaking in fear, and reminded of how fragile life is, especially if you happen to cross paths with of those who can't even appreciate their own life, let alone the lives of others.
One of the "advantages" of living on this side of the freeway, where gunfire is heard often, is that one develops the ability to discern between firecrackers, and the sound of gunshots.
One evening, as I sat down to have dinner with my family, 5, 6, 7, shots rang out.
"Those are gunshots," I said, as I ran to close the front door. And effectively, right after the shots, came the revving up of an engine, the screeching of tires, and then a brief silence.
Fortunately, nobody got killed right there and then. But those 5, 6, 7, shots, would mark the beginning of yet another cycle of drive-by shootings throughout Belle Haven. It's often the case, that when there is an attack, the back and forth reprisals are sure to follow shortly.
And why was I shaking, you might ask. Let me tell you why:
Some 4-5 minutes before this shooting, my daughter had biked home from her job in East Palo Alto, and crossed the same wide path that the bullets had traveled, before they hit what seemed like random targets.
This particular drive-by shooting was carried out at an angle. That is, the shooters were traveling on Newbridge, as they shot into one of the side streets. Shooting from Newbridge, they didn't hit the first, the second nor the third house from the corner, but the fourth one, and the car parked in front of it.
What I am trying to get to with all these details, is that these guys were not being careful about targets. Is as if they were out to hit anyone and anything. And that my friends, is what made me lose sleep, and wish that we lived somewhere else.
As I ran to the door that day, a car sped by. Too fast to allow for a good look of its make, and its occupants.
That they could zoom like that, got me thinking about speed bumps, and of that I want to tell you about, in a future blog.