on the Highland Park blog “Next Door”
November 10, 2016
By: Officer Todd Wiebke, Seattle Police Department
Shared with all areas in SOUTHWEST PRECINCT in Crime & Safety
Someone’s Knocking at the Door, Someone’s Ringing the Bell
“Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em in.” Paul McCartney 1976?
I have been quiet. My mom said when I have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. You see, I have been being followed home at night. They have followed me before, but back then I gave them a ride home. Despair, Depression, and Sadness make for a poor carpool.
This time I found them hanging out under a bridge in their friend Misery's motorhome. Addiction was there, but he was sleeping. We told Misery to move out and he fired up his motorhome and left with Addiction. I guess Despair, Depression, and Sadness took that as a clue to join me. I didn't ask.
I don't like them, they are not nice. I cannot think, or sleep, or share. They annoy my family and they ask me to get rid of them, but they won't leave me. I took them up to the mountains with me last weekend.
I got up early and my buddy Archie and me went for a walk. Archie is unaware that the three have joined us. He just wants me to throw him a stick. We walked all the way down to the lake and I sat down while Archie ran up and down the water’s edge excited by the plethora of sticks that were to be found.
As I sat there with Despair, Depression, and Sadness, the sun began to work its way down the western side of the mountain on the other side of the lake. It was beautiful. Then the light touched the top of the one larch tree opposite me. It was like a candle being lit. I started to laugh at how beautiful it was and when the wind made the leaves dance, I had to smile.
I looked on the ground at the leaves who had already shared their joy earlier and saw them skitter on the ground seeking a place to spend the rest of winter. Archie went running by and hit me in the head with the stick he was carrying and continued zooming down the shore.
When I stood up to leave, Archie came over and jumped on me and got me all wet. I gave him a hug and got more wet. I looked around at the bright new world around me and paused for a moment. I could not find Despair, Depression, or Sadness. There was a new guy. The new guy said his name was Happiness. I took him home with me and made room for him to stay as long as he wants.
Our outdoor neighbors are preparing for winter. Your Seattle Police Department continues to serve you and them equally and faithfully. We have a large task, but I have faith in my city. I found happiness with my little buddy in the middle of nowhere. Happiness is homeless and don’t worry, owns no possessions. So, do me a favor, open the door and let him in.