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I'm so addicted to Kiva.org. I got into it a few weeks ago. A few days ago, it was featured on Oprah, and now they are having a difficult time actually keeping loan requests up on the website for long. People donate so fast that my head spins. It's great.
Anyway, I just sent in another $25 to my second borrower. Her name is Sarah Nsangi, and she lives in Uganda. I contributed to her loan request because she plans on buying yarn to make sweaters with it. A fellow knitter (and cross stitcher) from Uganda! I hope she does well.
My first loan was to Mok Sokhoan in Cambodia. I got a notice this morning that she's received the loan she requested. I cannot wait for another update on how she and her husband are doing in a month or two.
Yesterday there were a gazillion police officers going in and out of the apartment across the sidewalk from us. They are in a different building, but only a few yards from our place. Anyway, I know the two people who live there in passing. They are in the early 30's and are very friendly and talkative. I enjoyed living next to thwem because they seemed stable. Then weird things started happening a few months ago. The police busted in their door because of a complaint about fighting. The guy told me that they were watching Friday the 13th and the screaming must have prompted the complaint. It sounded fishy, but I wanted to believe the best, so I accepted the explanation. They also accidentally shot a gun through their shared bedroom all. The bullet landed in another neighbor's bedroom floor. They said it was an accident. I accepted that as well. I probably shouldn't have.
From what I can piece together by talking to their downstairs neighbor, I think I have an idea of what happened yesterday. Stacy (their downstairs neighbor) told me that they have been fighting since she moved in several months ago. She hears screaming, thumping, and crying every single day. She's called the police multiple times, but Lisa (the wife) wouldn't tell them anything. Stacy said it was quite clear that he (the husband) was beating her quite often. He also kept her locked in the apartment for days at a time and would not let her go anywhere by herself. This doesn't surprise me. I saw him at least two or three times a week, and we would chat in the common area. They have a little dog that he would take out to play with Ferguson. I would go for months without seeing Lisa. They both work together at a rehabilitation hospital as nurses.
Earlier this week, they were both fired for stealing prescription medicine from the facility. Since then, their fights got worse. There was more yelling, screaming, and crying, according to Stacy. Yesterday (sometime before I got home from work) they fought again. He got a knife and stabbed himself in the arm/shoulder. He grabbed the dog, held the dog to the wound, ran outside and starting yelling that Lisa (his wife) had stabbed him. Lisa ran after him, sobbing, and begging for him to give the dog back to her. Stacy stopped Lisa, and the asshole got in their only car and drove off WITH THE DOG. (Which severely pisses me off.) Lisa told Stacy what had happened--that he had stabbed himself in an effort to scare her into staying. She ran up the street looking for him, ending up in a grocery store parking lot. A random woman there helped her. They called the police, who met them at the grocery store. The police paid a visit to their apartment. I heard them confirm that they found fresh blood on a towel. Stacy said that there was blood all over the husband as well. The police left. Lisa came back with the woman from the grocery store. She said she had nowhere to go, no friends or family in the city because her husband would not allow it. The woman from the grocery store said she was going to take her to talk to the police, and then take her somewhere for the night. I still don't know if they ever found Lisa's husband. I imagine they were looking for him since he stabbed himself, after all. I thought he might go to a hospital and would be picked up by the police. I'm worried about the dog that he took with him. It is a chihuahua, much smaller than Ferguson. The dog was Lisa's, and she's very worried about it. Apparently, he used the dog as leverage, telling her that if she didn't do what he said that he would take the dog and leave. Just like abusive men use kids against the wives/girlfriends.
I hope Lisa finds help, and I really hope she doesn't return to him. I also hope the police picked him up and took the dog away. And, I hope they don't return to the apartment complex. I don't want people like that asshole living next to me. In hindsight, I see all these signs, but I just dismissed them because I wanted to believe the best in them. For the two years they lived there, I only spoke to Lisa alone once, and even then she was acting weird, like she was in a hurry to get away from me. All the other times, he was with her or listening to our conversation. He was nothing but polite and nice to me, but I suppose that's the way things go with fellows like him. He took everything out on her. Sometimes she would wear bulky sweaters with the hood up to hide her face. I assumed she had just gotten out of bed and was hiding from the sun (like I do sometimes). I've heard them verbally arguing a couple times before, but I just assumed it was a regular argument between a couple. It all makes sense now. And, despite my saying that he was nothing but friendly toward me, I wasn't overly surprised that he was abusive toward Lisa. It was actually my first idea when I heard the police talking about the blood on a towel. Jason thought they might have hurt the dog. I thought he had hit her, and she had ran away to call the police.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I should call the apartment management office or not. I'm assuming they have been told about this incident that happened yesterday. I'm also assuming that they are evicting the occupants of the apartment regardless of whether they can pay the rent in a couple weeks or not. If they aren't evicted, then I'm going to kick up an unbelievable fuss. I don't want him living anywhere near me. He has multiple guns, and he's unstable. Who stabs himself in the shoulder? That's absolutely fucking crazy.
Anyway, I just sent in another $25 to my second borrower. Her name is Sarah Nsangi, and she lives in Uganda. I contributed to her loan request because she plans on buying yarn to make sweaters with it. A fellow knitter (and cross stitcher) from Uganda! I hope she does well.
My first loan was to Mok Sokhoan in Cambodia. I got a notice this morning that she's received the loan she requested. I cannot wait for another update on how she and her husband are doing in a month or two.
Yesterday there were a gazillion police officers going in and out of the apartment across the sidewalk from us. They are in a different building, but only a few yards from our place. Anyway, I know the two people who live there in passing. They are in the early 30's and are very friendly and talkative. I enjoyed living next to thwem because they seemed stable. Then weird things started happening a few months ago. The police busted in their door because of a complaint about fighting. The guy told me that they were watching Friday the 13th and the screaming must have prompted the complaint. It sounded fishy, but I wanted to believe the best, so I accepted the explanation. They also accidentally shot a gun through their shared bedroom all. The bullet landed in another neighbor's bedroom floor. They said it was an accident. I accepted that as well. I probably shouldn't have.
From what I can piece together by talking to their downstairs neighbor, I think I have an idea of what happened yesterday. Stacy (their downstairs neighbor) told me that they have been fighting since she moved in several months ago. She hears screaming, thumping, and crying every single day. She's called the police multiple times, but Lisa (the wife) wouldn't tell them anything. Stacy said it was quite clear that he (the husband) was beating her quite often. He also kept her locked in the apartment for days at a time and would not let her go anywhere by herself. This doesn't surprise me. I saw him at least two or three times a week, and we would chat in the common area. They have a little dog that he would take out to play with Ferguson. I would go for months without seeing Lisa. They both work together at a rehabilitation hospital as nurses.
Earlier this week, they were both fired for stealing prescription medicine from the facility. Since then, their fights got worse. There was more yelling, screaming, and crying, according to Stacy. Yesterday (sometime before I got home from work) they fought again. He got a knife and stabbed himself in the arm/shoulder. He grabbed the dog, held the dog to the wound, ran outside and starting yelling that Lisa (his wife) had stabbed him. Lisa ran after him, sobbing, and begging for him to give the dog back to her. Stacy stopped Lisa, and the asshole got in their only car and drove off WITH THE DOG. (Which severely pisses me off.) Lisa told Stacy what had happened--that he had stabbed himself in an effort to scare her into staying. She ran up the street looking for him, ending up in a grocery store parking lot. A random woman there helped her. They called the police, who met them at the grocery store. The police paid a visit to their apartment. I heard them confirm that they found fresh blood on a towel. Stacy said that there was blood all over the husband as well. The police left. Lisa came back with the woman from the grocery store. She said she had nowhere to go, no friends or family in the city because her husband would not allow it. The woman from the grocery store said she was going to take her to talk to the police, and then take her somewhere for the night. I still don't know if they ever found Lisa's husband. I imagine they were looking for him since he stabbed himself, after all. I thought he might go to a hospital and would be picked up by the police. I'm worried about the dog that he took with him. It is a chihuahua, much smaller than Ferguson. The dog was Lisa's, and she's very worried about it. Apparently, he used the dog as leverage, telling her that if she didn't do what he said that he would take the dog and leave. Just like abusive men use kids against the wives/girlfriends.
I hope Lisa finds help, and I really hope she doesn't return to him. I also hope the police picked him up and took the dog away. And, I hope they don't return to the apartment complex. I don't want people like that asshole living next to me. In hindsight, I see all these signs, but I just dismissed them because I wanted to believe the best in them. For the two years they lived there, I only spoke to Lisa alone once, and even then she was acting weird, like she was in a hurry to get away from me. All the other times, he was with her or listening to our conversation. He was nothing but polite and nice to me, but I suppose that's the way things go with fellows like him. He took everything out on her. Sometimes she would wear bulky sweaters with the hood up to hide her face. I assumed she had just gotten out of bed and was hiding from the sun (like I do sometimes). I've heard them verbally arguing a couple times before, but I just assumed it was a regular argument between a couple. It all makes sense now. And, despite my saying that he was nothing but friendly toward me, I wasn't overly surprised that he was abusive toward Lisa. It was actually my first idea when I heard the police talking about the blood on a towel. Jason thought they might have hurt the dog. I thought he had hit her, and she had ran away to call the police.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I should call the apartment management office or not. I'm assuming they have been told about this incident that happened yesterday. I'm also assuming that they are evicting the occupants of the apartment regardless of whether they can pay the rent in a couple weeks or not. If they aren't evicted, then I'm going to kick up an unbelievable fuss. I don't want him living anywhere near me. He has multiple guns, and he's unstable. Who stabs himself in the shoulder? That's absolutely fucking crazy.
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