Why we must believe a drug dealer

Have you ever stopped to wonder why we believe drug dealers? For instance, you are a member of a jury in a trial where part of the evidence is provided by a drug dealer, or convict of a cell mate. Without this person's testimony the state would not have much of a case. Would this unsavory person have a alternative motive for giving such testimony? Do you believe him?

If you have read my blog, you know that someone has been giving us trouble. A drug dealer who resides near by has contacted us. Why? He knows Whit who has been kind to him with she lived up at the apartments. He was selling drugs to four young men the other night at a trailer park in Katy. He hung around them for awhile. They began to brag about all the damage they had done to Whitney's car. Soon they began to talk about what is next that they plan to do. Kidnap, beat and rape. They mentioned Whitney's name.

He has told Whitney. We have told the sheriff constables, much good as that did. The constable knew this drug dealer. Told us that he was homeless and rides a bicycle all over town. Don't know why he is not in jail as they know what he does for a living.

Strange thing is, Cliff (ex-husband) grew up in this trailer park and ran around with these four men. Has he renewed his 'friendship' with them? Has he 'ordered' this hit on Whitney? Or are they doing him a 'unknown favor'? If Cliff has ordered this, has he thought about Jason getting hurt if these men decide to kidnap Whit when she has her toddler with her?

Why can't men or women for that fact (although stats prove that it is often more men than women) just move on with their lives? Find happiness somewhere else. Is it too much trouble these days to go out on a simple date? Is it too hard to even find a date? Assuming that the answer is yes, lets move on to other ideas. How about joining a dart league, bowling league, indoor soccer league, chess club, a photography group, a church singles group. Join something, meet new people, get active and move on with your life.

I hate living in fear that is compounded. Fear for our daughter. Fear for our grandson.

What? What advice did you just give me? Move? You think I haven't thought about that? Wait a minute. Can't do. As part of the divorce decree, Cliff has to know where Whit lives and she lives with us. Strike one.