FOB There are so many wonderful things about Highlands, but three that were reiterated to me in an instant this week were; people who are concerned for others, honesty and good cops who even seem like they enjoy their jobs .
I have not yet learned the name of the honest man but I’m grateful he did the right thing.
It all started when I parked my car a short distance from Ptak Tower on Shore Drive to make my weekly visits to a few residents. Though I visit the residents on each of the floors, I was on the 4th floor when it dawned on me I didn’t have my car’s key fob with me. A fob I knew is necessary in order to start the car. A fob I knew I had not left in the car since I have to make a conscious effort to know where it is when I exit the car so I’m sure not to lock it in or leave on the seat for a thief to drive off.
So I retraced my steps to each apartment I had visited, learning from each that nope, I did not leave my fob there.
Nor did it turn up in a search of the sidewalk, street or grass between my parked vehicle and the front door of Ptak Tower. What I did learn, however, about this car I only recently acquired and is the first I’ve ever had that requires a fob rather than a plain old-fashioned key, is that even if you try to open the door without having fob in hand or nearby, a very loud, long siren goes off. Nor is there any way of shutting it off until the fob feels it has reported the invasion long enough.
The siren went off long enough for a very nice young lady who was running past was concerned enough about me that she stopped to over help. Assured I was fine, she wished me luck with my venture and went on her way.
When I dared try the door again, and the siren went off again, it attracted a neighbor across the street who nodded and wished me more luck when he learned my plight.
Luck isn’t what I need, I had explained; I needed St. Anthony to do his thing and find my fob.
Back inside Ptak Tower for yet another look, I learned the police were there for an apparent emergency and two cars were out front. Saves me a walk up the hill to report it at headquarters, I thought gratefully.
Patrolman Tony Flores was the first to come out of Ptak. He said hello and in response to my question asking if everything was ok inside, told me the situation was settled inside and is there anything he could do for me. I explained I lost the fob someplace between the car and the front door. He smiled, chuckled a bit, and said yep, they had a fob that was found someplace between that car and the front door. With that, Special Officer David Osuch came out, sized up the situation, joked a bit while satisfying in his own mind it was really my car and my fob, and handed me the fob. Credit goes to the officers and the honest man, it’s true. But St. Anthony had a hand in it as well.
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The LORD is my shepherd there is nothing I lack.In green pastures he makes me lie down;to still waters he leads me;he restores my soul.He guides me along right paths for the sake of his name.Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me.You set a table before me in front of my enemies;You anoint my head with oil;my cup overflows.Indeed, goodness and mercy will pursue me all the days of my life;I will dwell in the house of the LORD for endless days.
