Having lived in Sedona since 1978, I can remember a time when my mother called from CA and asked â€œdo you have any idea what the lead story in your local newspaper is this week?" At the time, our local newspaper, the Red Rock News had reported on its' front page a story about a person in town that was writing insufficient funds checks.
It is true. For years and years, most of us did not lock our houses, or our cars. I can also honestly say that even today, when I show homes for sale, I generally leave my purse in the car without locking it.
Unfortunately, thereâ€™s no longer(perhaps there never was) any such thing as a â€œsafeâ€ place to live in this earth. Be it natural catastrophes, or disturbed human beings, humans must always be on guard.
However, while crime is reported, acts of kindness are generally left unreported, under-reported, or overlooked. Iâ€™ll give you a few examples. On April 11th, the Red Rock News reported on their front page a story about the body of what was believed to be that of Rev. Jim Scwartz being found by â€œa volunteer Searcherâ€, and then the story went on to focus on Rev. Schwartz and his family. Other incidents have been more personal. I received a call from a neighbor lady who was walking her dog. She had noticed that water was seeping out the front door of a home I had on the market for sale, which was vacant. I thanked her for the call, and drove to the house to investigate. Sure enough! I accessed the home, and determined that a water pipe had come loose between the wall and the holding tank of a nearby toilet, sending water up into the air much like a water fountain. I have dined at Judyâ€™s and absentmindedly forgotten my purse. Only to find that by the time I returned to the office, there was a phone message waiting for me, telling me where my purse could be found. Recently, I was concluding the negotiations on an offer to purchase when I received a call from my husband telling me that Carol needed my help. Her husband had left for a hike earlier in the day, and now, nearly dusk, he was still not back yet. Could I please pick her up and take her to the trailhead (they only had one car and Mike had it)? This I did. By the time we reached the trailhead, it was dark, and I wasnâ€™t about to let Carol go search for Mike, so I called search and rescue for help. Within hours, twelve volunteers, fully trained in search and rescue operations were in full search mode, and they searched for Mike into the early hours of the morning of a very cold morning.
And, thatâ€™s why I love living here, in Sedona.
Let me know if I can be of help.
Bye for now,