Last night I was on a call with my husband while he was getting gas about 15 min away from our place. He'd driven a ways before we ended the call, so a while later I started looking out the window to headlights.

Then I saw some headlights, but they didn't turn around like my husband usually does, and I heard a male voice in the distance. I caught that something was weird, but thought maybe it was my husband calling for my attention to come help him with something that had loved after the super windy day we'd had.

I brought our son, thinking we were "going to see daddy", but I'm super glad I didn't turn on the lights in the front of our motorhome, because it wasn't daddy!

It was some random dude and his lady trying to get out of the maze that is our neighborhood due to all the randomly washed out roads or totally overgrown ones.

Staying inside, using the kitchen and my son to cover myself up, and my arms to shield my son, I gave the couple directions for how to get back out.

I'm kinda glad that happened last night, as the thought of death and getting shot wasn't on my mind like it is today after what happened to Charlie Kirk.

Turned out they went down to where I told them to make the first turn, which they did, but then they stopped halfway down that road where my husband drove past them, giving them the same directions I had. I hope they made it out.