So, he takes to the streets, tries walking into people's homes unannounced, and succeeds.
He tries getting explanations out of these individuals - some of whom have admitted to being robbed in the past, and still don't lock their doors. The gist of it?
"If I lock my doors, I'm afraid. If I don't lock them, I'm not."
This is clearly insane. Yet, part of me loves it. I loved walking to the park and leaving our garage door open. I loved not thinking about. I loved pretending that bad people didn't exist.
And then my daughter was born. And the idea of harm befalling her shakes my very core. Yet, owning a gun for protection does the same.
What's my ideal here for getting the mental protection I need without being held hostage to my fear?
A security system?