It was a record breaker hot day reaching 109 degrees, which is wicked considering these moving guys have to be in the hot truck lifting and hauling heavy boxes and furniture all through the first day of our move into the new house. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when they wanted to begin working at 7:30 in the morning. While I directed traffic in the house, the boys kept little Miss Kira in the apartment all day and they report she was mostly cranky while they were all the way bored. It was one uncomfortable day that I was certain could be endured so I didn’t answer every call Jack made to report on the level of boredom they were all experiencing.
We were into the thrust of emptying the small truck, the big one comes today, when I got an email from my brother:
“ I’m writing this with tears in my eyes, my family and I came down here to London,United Kingdom for a short vacation. unfortunately, we were mugged by some hoodlums and lost all my cash,credit cards, I’m financially stranded right now and my return flight leaves in few hours time but I need some money to clear some bills, I didn’t bring my cell phone along since I didn’t get to roam them before coming over. So all I can do now is pay cash and get out of here quickly.I do not want to make a scene of this which is why I did not call my house,this is embarrassing enough.I was wondering if you could loan me some cash, I’ll refund it to you as soon as I arrive home just need to clear my Hotel bills and get the next plane home, As soon as I get home I’ll refund it immediately. Write me so I can let you know how to send it.”
I froze. I was so upset for my brother who has three children and has never been out of the country before. I went straight into action. Craig helped me find the nearest western union, and I abandoned the movers and drove around town looking for the Western Union desk inside a grocery store on the opposite side of the city. I was able to wire him 2600 fairly quickly. As I drove back to the moving scene I thought about my role as sister. My brother and I sincerely love one another and there’s no tension, but we don’t keep in touch very well. He owns an electrical business in Michigan, and his three kids keep him busy. I knew he was moving in late August, but I was happy to learn they squeezed in such an interesting trip for everyone. This rescue was something that made me believe I could finally show up and be a good sister. I don’t usually feel like I get that job done so well. He’s not exactly a communicator, ok, not at all, so phone conversations are strictly business. When we are together in the summers and while the cousins all enjoy their reunion, it is still hard to talk with him. He is just so quiet. Often quiet can be misinterpreted as disinterested, or even annoyed. So I never quite know what sort of ground I stand on in our relationship. So, I prayed on the way home for their safe return and I thanked God that he directed my brother to contact me because I want him to know that even though we hardly communicate, I do really love him and I am always there for him.
Back at the house there was chaos with my things, and the school wanted to reschedule my appointment to register Jordan, the AC repairman arrived, and Lucy walked herself down the street. I get an email from my brother that the transfer has not registered and he’s in a panic. I call western union to give them a piece of my red headed mind, but instead they ask me questions about my relationship with my brother. I am informed I’ve been victimized by fraud. After 41 emails, a lot of stress, and I’m a victim, that’s what I get. I wanted to kick something, scream, cry. Western Union did not give the crook the money; they wired it back to me. Meanwhile the bad guy continues to email and I let him believe I’m working on it. I ask for his location, and when I get it, I contacted the police in London and reported the incident. The emails became more and more urgent about how he was going to miss his flight, and then finally, I wrote: “you’re about to fly straight to hell”. I didn’t hear from him again.
I dialed my brother, but mistakenly got my Dad (same name) and I asked him if Tom was in London, he laughed and said, “no, I just talked to him at noon, he’s at work.” Then my dad told me he’s had a lot of trouble with his own email because someone got into it.
So how’s that for some drama on the day I move into my new house? I know one thing, it will distinguish this move as a stand out for more than the simple fact that I really like the view of the trees in this house, and the way the sky behind them turns a kaleidoscope of color when the sunsets. I’m somewhat distrustful of the fifty or more deer gathered behind my fence, but Lucy loved chasing them away. It’s going to make it difficult to grow anything pretty in the front yard. Sigh.
I worked until midnight in the house, mostly I worked out my frustrations with being victimized, and I thanked God for protecting us. I’m disappointed though in a weird way because I was so pleased that I could do something for my brother to prove my love, and now he won’t know. This has burdened my heart to try and connect in a meaningful way. As soon as we both finish moving.