BAMA Success Story

photo by bonnie kittle

We received an email from a neighbor:

“I grew up in a house tucked between two dairy farms. I never wanted to live downtown but was convinced to try it and committed to staying, liking our neighborhood. A few years ago, a stranger entered our house when we were home with the door unlocked. Then, someone shot our picture window with a BB gun, aimed where our cat usually sits. We live in a neighborhood where people were extensively going through cars recently. In the last two to three months, I got to the point where I didn't like to be downstairs by myself when I was home alone, and got nervous walking my dog at night. Nothing extreme or debilitating, but I was constantly aware of being a little on the edge.

I recently realized that I don't feel that way anymore, and I think a huge piece of it is knowing a higher percentage of my neighbors, and having had some opportunities to connect more deeply with some I previously just knew as acquaintances. 

It feels like a little bit of reward to have had that happen as an unexpected consequence of getting involved with BAMA.”