We'll never make it like this!

This much mistrust will destroy us!

I mean how will we ever learn to live in harmony one with another and break down walls when we feel threatened by a guy who offers 'it's likely the starter motor' when an open hood invites help?..Later backing off to work on some bubble wands and try'em out when you (two Brigham City Sisters) request for a flashlight goes unfulfilled.

A call to the police only creates greater walls as this alarms the bubble blower...suddenly realizing he may have something to do with this--Absurd! He decides to find out (Uh oh!) and goes directly to Officer Enos Slivers who says he isn't sure I'm involved or not "Let's take a look at my Laptop." 'Ih. Text me your discovery!' I say to myself as I go to you gals talking with Officer Kohl and ask "Do I have anything to do with this?" "No!" one of you answers immediately likely following Officer Kohl's advice. So I head back to my bubbles, wand in hand, coming face to face with Officer Enos who asks why I didn't listen to his 'come back' request--"I went to solve the problem directly" I counter quickly.

He tells me to stand on the curb, but I've already decided I'm going back to my original position blowing bubbles and minding my own business (oh that I had maintained this post from the get-go!). Officer Enos disagrees and now commands I sit on the curb. I stop and stand on the curb saying/insinuating 'This is close enough'. Again Officer Enos disagrees, comes to me, grabs my arm to pull me down, I try to pull out my cell phone shouting "I'm getting this on camera!" but Officer Enos thinks I'm grabbing my cell phone gun so he knees and tackles me. Next thing I know I'm in handcuffs lying on the ground (Officer Enos is a good wrestler!) my cell phone gun confiscated and my body searched for other weapons (I must've dropped my bubble wand by this point).

Somewhere in this process my phone gun rings and I miss Lynn's call, I'm flustered by this time and request to talk to Officer Enos Slivers Boss (I feel mistreated--especially my wrists...Handcuffs Hurt!). Officer Kohl calls Officer Ward who interrogates me, siding with you gals from the get-go...beauty > truth. Officer Ward only starts to see the real picture when he talks with my mentally challenged friend Lynn who has been hiding upstairs afraid of the situation.

I yell and lie to you two across the grass 'I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable' when the truth surfaces that you were uncomfortable with me and had called the cops.

The police investigation continues with me on the grass in handcuffs and you two by your car trying to get it going--yeah, you two better be gone before I'm unhandcuffed and free to blow a big bubble your way or get you with my cell phone gun!

I'm still pretty riled at this point and request to talk to Officer Ward's boss since I'm not impressed with him at all. Around this time Officer Kohl asks if I need any medical attention. I accept the offer since my leg is bleeding, my wrists kill, and my right arm is numb--I had no idea the whole fire department (fire truck and 7 or so EMT's) would show up...to put a Band-Aid on my leg. The main EMT was too scared to look at my handcuffed aching arms (he must've heard about my bubble wand and phone gun:-). He did give me some good advice though--"We listen to the guys with guns!" Amen. Simply maintaining my post, minding my business regardless alarming police arrival, and following directions like submissively sitting on the curb would've curbed most of this mayhem. A police force open to assess a situation free from the 'Guilty Until Proven Innocent'/'Everyone Knows How To Act In My Presence' mindsets would've allowed Officer Enos to allow me to stand on the curb and get my story.

Lieutenant Tracy (Officer Ward's Boss) eventually arrives, I vent, he defends, he (perhaps all of them) realizes I'm no cause for concern and let me loose--Oh to be free...I hate handcuffs! I vent in my freedom to the four officers standing in the grass with me repeating my assessment of the situation: We'll never get there like this! (Get where they ask) We'll never get where God wants us to be--We'll never achieve unity and peace with this much mistrust...and now I add this much police intervention. Imagine I were black, hispanic, tattoo'd, had an older car, (anything out of you two small town gals comfort zone)--you'd've called the cops even quicker. The police may have acted quicker and more aggressively (unless the innocent was wiser/experienced with how to act in the presence of police and submitted to 'the guys with the guns'). Be it in Brigham City or Salt Lake City this is not how we are meant to live.

My Brigham City Sisters I am sorry you were uncomfortable, yet I make no apology for my actions--How was I to know you were uncomfortable? I'd've gladly communicated the fact that the only reason I was still outside parked behind you two was because I was waiting for a friend--but how was I to know what reassurance you needed? I felt no suspiciousness in my actions! So I withdrew and minded my business (of bubbles:-). And ended up discovering the business of building walls with mistrust and police intervention.