Update: I usually blog right before I go to bed. I usually check my work voicemail after I blog. I checked my messages tonight after blogging about the woman basically complaining that I wrote a story about her daughter and grandson getting attacked by an intruder last weekend and, as luck would have it, there was a message from a man who lived in the same neighborhood as the victims. Guess what he said?
He heard a knock on his door that same night – but he did not go to the door, unlike the woman who was attacked.
I bet he was glad to read my story. Now he has a pretty good idea of who that knock could have been from – and knows the importance of not answering when someone pounds on his door at that hour.
Too bad he didn’t hear about it sooner.