Because another one popped out this morning. My stepdad called me this morning around 7:30 am and told me someone kicked in his kitchen door last night around 9:30 and began shooting down the hall with a shotgun. My dad, luckily had his own handgun nearby and was able to get into his power chair (he's disabled) and stick his gun around the wall and shot back 4 times. His thumb was hit by some shot, but otherwise, thank God he's ok. I'm still in shock. This is the home I grew up in, where I daydreamed and played, where I made Christmas cookies with my mother. Now it's been vandalized. Police came out, took evidence and will be patrolling the area. My dad refuses to leave though, even though his door is broken. I hate him being there all alone. Is there a plane to New Zealand I can catch or something? Maybe just move there and start over...get some sheep...eat some fish...no telephone or anything. Seriously though, send up some prayers for him. This is just too scary.