Today had to be both the worse and best day of my life. My 16 year old daughter had only one exam today so she got home early around 9:30. She sent me a text and said that she was home and was planning on cleaning out her school files seeing that she is finished for the year. She always puts the alarm on "Stay" while she is home for safety measures. At 10:17am, my cellphone rings and it is my daughter. I knew something was wrong the minute I saw the call, because she NEVER calls my cell. As I answered the phone, I could hear the house alarm blaring in the background, dogs barking and she was crying out for me. Not 10 seconds into the call, my monitoring company called my office phone. I answered and heard only one phrase "We have a front door notification". I immediately screamed dispatch the police and ran from my office. As I was running down the stairwell I could hear my daughter talking on the home phone. The last thing I heard before her cell disconnected was "He's in the house". My heart stopped. My office is only about 10 minutes away, but it seemed like an eternity. I have a bunch of buddies on the police department and as I was trying to call her back and flying through traffic and red lights, one of my friends called when he heard the call go out for my address. He was about 4 minutes away and told me that he was in route. I continued to call her cell but got nothing. Every moment of her life flashed in front of my eyes. As I came flying down my street, I could see about 8 units parked in every direction, including on top of my lawn. I jumped out of my car and immediately saw they had what appeared to be a teenager handcuffed on my neighbor's lawn and then my friend grabbed me. I will never forget that feeling as long as I live. It was as if someone knocked the wind out of me. I couldn't speak. I just stared at him and finally said please tell me she's ok. I could hear the police officers in my house over the radio saying that she was refusing to come out. The 911 dispatcher was telling her that everything was fine, but she refused to come out until I arrived. I could hear her saying "I'm not coming out until my daddy gets here". My little girl loves to go to the range and shoot with dad and today everything I taught her paid off. She was walking from the kitchen to the den when she saw a guy running up the walkway through our glass front door. He began kicking it to force his way in. She immediately ran to the bookcase in the den and grabbed one of my guns along with the telephone and locked herself in the bathroom. She has been taught that if anything ever happens to get to a weapon and barricade yourself in a room. If they dare attempt to gain access to that room, you shoot, shoot and keep shooting. It turns out that the guy had just carjacked someone about 3 blocks away and had jumped out of the car when he crashed it into a telephone pole. He took off on foot and saw a unit across the highway and tried to get into my home to hide. The officers were amazed at how a 16 year old reacted in that situation. The dispatcher finally assured her that I was there. I called out to her and she slowly exited the bathroom still clenching the .45 she had grabbed. It was a very emotional time for both of us. When everything calmed down and they finished taking her statement, the police chief showed up and was joking around with her saying that he wants her to teach a class for the department. One of the officers commented that she grabbed the smallest and biggest gun she could. She told him that she loves her pink Glock 19, but it was upstairs. At that the officer said, well that 19 gives you 15 shots and that .45 only has 6, but it's a whole lot meaner. Without missing a beat, she said "Yeah, but I grabbed two extra clips when I grabbed the gun". That's my girl!!!!