Letters for the week of May 29
Collision causes worry for pedestrians
Editor, The Beacon:
I was involved in a collision in the intersection of Harbour Pointe Boulevard and St. Andrews Drive on April 25.
The collision was mentioned in the Mukilteo Beacon: “Officers were dispatched to a two-vehicle collision. There were no injuries and neither vehicle needed to be towed,” [Police Beat, page 9, May 1].
All truth, but not the whole truth.
One vehicle was a truck belonging to a huge international corporation that delivers packages. I’ll name no names. The other vehicle was my small ‘94 Nissan Sentra.
At about 10:20 a.m., I was at the stop sign on St. Andrews waiting for the intersection to be clear. Suddenly, the truck, which was in the intersection, started to move back from Harbour Pointe Boulevard into St. Andrews.
I honked my horn for about five seconds, but the truck did not stop until it hit my car. Apparently, a Volvo traveling along Harbour Pointe Boulevard had forced the driver to back up.
The truck didn’t have a rear mirror that would cover the blind spot behind the vehicle. It also didn’t have an automatic signal for backing up. The driver told police that the shift was in disrepair.
Here is what troubles me even more than trying to get compensation for the damages: He crossed a bicycle line, pedestrian crosswalk, white line and the stop sign line before hitting my car.
Harbour Pointe Boulevard has lately become the main promenade of Mukilteo. Instead of my good ol’ Sentra, it could have been a tricycle.
Don’t forget Washington’s unions
I read with interest, in your May 15 edition, Gov. Jay Inslee's strategy to build the 777X in Washington [“Gov. Inslee unveils strategy to build 777X,” The Beacon, front page]. I thought his four part strategy was excellent, but with one key omission.
South Carolina is a "right to work" state and Washington is not. Until Boeing is not held hostage by its unions, there is a serious likelihood that it will move work to a state where there is a more cooperative work force.
‘Wonderful’ story on 105 year old
What a wonderful story about Connie Hurley [“Harbour Pointe Retirement resident celebrates her 105th,” The Beacon, page 2, May 22]. Thank you so much, Sara. We had a lot of fun putting her party together.
Community Relations Director,
Harbour Pointe Retirement
Kudos to council for not rubberstamping
Congratulations are due the entire Mukilteo City Council for unanimously refusing to rubberstamp Mayor Joe Marine's pick for Public Works director.
During a tense debate at last week's council meeting, all six councilmembers present expressed their commitment to doing their jobs as the citizens expect, including their legal and rightful duty to “vet” and approve such hires.
Presumably, after meeting with and evaluating the candidate, the council will approve the mayor's choice.
If not, the mayor should find other candidates and seek the approval of the council through personal interactions, rather than just presenting a name for blind approval.
City Council candidate,
Burglar can't steal our love
This is an open letter to the person who burglarized our home:
As Beacon readers know, our home was burglarized on Valentine's Day this year [“Councilmember’s home burglarized,” The Beacon, front page, Feb. 20]. Being burglarized was plenty of injury – Valentine's Day added insult to it.
Recently, Mukilteo police informed us they had arrested a suspect who admitted that ours was one of several homes he had burglarized. Our thanks and appreciation goes to our Police Department and the officers’ excellent work.
We had thought an arrest might bring some closure, but it turns out the burglar knows us. He had been a good friend of one my older children 10 years ago. In fact, my son attended his wedding two years ago.
This reminds us that many, if not most, residential burglaries are committed by people who know the victims and have been in their homes. We thought about that at the time, but could not identify a suspect.
It is hard to determine which is more troubling: having a stranger in our home, rifling through rooms and possessions and our lives, or being violated by an acquaintance – who we once brought on a trip to the San Juans.
The first leaves us feeling vulnerable and unsafe to random acts of violation; the other leaves us wondering if anyone can be trusted, and if we should screen visitors and acquaintances before inviting them into our home.
Here is what I want this person to know:
First, whatever was lacking in your home as your grew up, whatever hurt and pain and loss you experienced must have been more terrible than we knew. And we knew your life was not what you would have preferred at the time.
Something else happened that led you to choices that have apparently been devouring your life. Heroin is not a cure for whatever pain cannot be dealt with, and in fact, seems to only create more pain – both for you and those around you.
While I think we all do the best we can in our lives with the resources available, it is profoundly sad to us that this is all you thought you had.
You may have thought you were just stealing things from us, stuff that insurance would cover the cost of replacing (which it does not, by the way).
What you took was laptops, cameras, electronic goodies and jewelry. It is the jewelry that turns out to be the real loss.
Almost all of the earrings, bracelets, necklaces, and pins had been gifts for birthdays, Christmases, anniversaries, Mother's Day, and sometimes, just because.
These were chosen out of love, and with patience, between family members.
You have taken the physical reminder of all of those things; we no longer have the solid symbol of our love and connection (and, I understand, all of these things have been melted down and cannot be recovered).
But you have not taken what really matters: our love, affection, compassion and support between us.
These things, fortunately, transcend the physical realm, and will endure perhaps longer than jewelry and electronics will anyway.
But in writing this, it occurred to me that maybe what you were really trying to take was not the ornamental baubles and bangles of loving relationships, but the relationships themselves.
The ones you may not have had modeled for you as you grew up; the ones you may not have experienced yourself; the ones that were, and clearly still are, missing from your life.
You cannot steal these. They are not transferable in any way. You have to create these relationships with people who love you, and whom you can love.
You have to do it with honesty and integrity. It takes patience and sacrifice. It takes respect for yourself and others.
I hope that you will find and have these experiences. I hope you can heal from whatever is lacking or hurtful in life.
Mukilteo City Council