If you're somebody that works pretty hard, then you're probably not a stranger to burnout or anxiety or insomnia, but in this video, I want to share some of the warning signs that I didn't recognize way back when that were really hinting that I was on the road to burnout and what you can actually do about preventing those things from happening. What's up guys? Alex Hein, author of the book, Master of the Day. Now I've included a free download there for you below, which is all about how to use journaling to reinvent your life. So you can check it out, the first link in the description, and you'll also get an email every few days on how to use journaling to live a better life. So the first thing is that you notice your personality changing. People don't realize that every little illness or pathology is always predated by some little thing, a little seed that's sown. And for me, what I noticed reflecting back on that was that before burning out, for a couple of years, I had this low level agitation, right? I would easily get pissed. I would easily get annoyed. And even if I didn't show it to people I was working with, I felt irritated, way more than normal. And so there's a saying in Chinese medicine that the first sign of the quote separation of yin and yang, of illness beginning, is either mood changes, like emotions or sleep problems. So for me, I noticed that mood changes were the first thing years before. The second thing is sleep problems. So if you've always been a good sleeper like I was historically, and then you notice every once in a while, you either can't fall asleep for a couple hours, or you get a weird night of sleep, or maybe sometimes you have a little bit of anxiety around sleep. And then maybe what happens is you actually have one bad night of sleep, but rather than really sleeping well the next night, you sleep bad again and then you start getting really anxious over and over again. Sleep is the next indicator that something internally regarding your stress, your nervous system, just the state of your spirit, is getting run down. The third thing is that you notice yourself smiling less. Or if you're like me, you don't notice it, but other people do. I had a friend that was always like a very fun, smiley, friendly guy, and then a funny thing happened when he went to law school. After going to law school and studying for all those years and taking his boards, the next time I saw him, the dude was like the most serious, lifeless shell I've ever seen. You know and on some level the same thing happened to me because I was a pretty even keel, not Mr. Smiley, more of a serious kid, but the more I worked and the more I was getting stressed and not having enough rest, not having enough fun, the more I noticed that I wasn't smiling as much. The fourth thing is that you have a hard time feeling excited about things. Whereas maybe previously you're moderately excited about stuff and life's like, you know, some good stuff, some bad stuff, some stuff in between. This time you notice like, I saw this one patient who was a student that was just graduating and the doctor that was seeing him was like, oh, are you excited? You know, next phase of life, you get to practice, you get to see patients, get paid and he just kind of looked off into space and was just like, yeah, I guess, you know, and obviously he's afraid about the transition coming. But practically speaking, you may notice yourself just less jazzed about life. Like the day to day is just kind of bleh, same shit, different day. Unless you have a fun vacation plan, you're not really excited about that much. The fifth thing is that you're struggling with motivation. I mean, the first most obvious thing regarding burnout is that you feel less interested in doing the things you were previously doing, right? So the burnout could be purely mental, like these tasks are so boring, or it could be even deeper physiological. Like if you have a really serious trauma happen where you're not sleeping well, you lose your job, a parent dies or you go through a divorce, like that can be so disabling, you can develop extreme anxiety or depression. And if you're not that motivated, that's obviously tied into all the other things. The spirit, if you're excited or not excited about life, how much you've been working, if you have a good social support network, if you're sleeping well, and so on.  Burnout sign number six is you start developing digestive problems. Really, really common, common pathology in people who are overworking is the baby inklings of acid reflux. So maybe you notice yourself burping more, getting constipated more, having looser bowel movements more, getting actual reflux or feeling indigestion frequently. All of these are signs that you've been too much in the sympathetic fight or flight mode and you haven't been resting enough. And obviously digestion is one of the first things that begins to get impaired when you're overworking and you're under resting. The seventh sign is that you can't sit still or relax. You feel like there's something actually wrong with stopping or wrong with a vacation or wrong if you don't work seven days a week or wrong. I recently talked to an entrepreneur friend and they said, why would you ever want to stop your work at five? Like what would I do with the rest of my life? And obviously that's common among entrepreneurs. I lived that way for many years. But the fact that that's considered normal is maybe a little bit interesting, right? So if you think there's something wrong with being off, with recharging, with sleeping enough, with taking a vacation, that by itself shows how warped your mind has become. Sign aid. You may not notice yourself being different, but other people notice that you're not acting like yourself. You might be less smiley, might be more serious, you may be more high strung, you may not be sleeping well, you may have depression or anxiety or the baby, the seeds are being sown to grow that tree. Other people are honestly much, much, much better predictors and judges of how we're doing because they can see little slight shifts that maybe sometimes we miss. Sign nine is every once in a while, you feel anxious, depressed, or apathetic. Maybe you are getting sleep problems like what happened to me and you start developing anxiety from chronic insomnia. Maybe you feel feelings of depression and no motivation and you don't feel anything or maybe you're just completely not jazzed at all about the future and honestly, you don't really care what's going forward because none of it's exciting, like none of it matters to you. And sign number 10 is that you feel like you're on this treadmill and if you stop running or stop the treadmill, it's all gonna fall apart. And I'll give you a hint, it won't. It will not fall apart if you stop running on the treadmill, because that's what you need to do to recover and to heal and to get back to how your normal self was. So this treadmill is this idea that a perfectionist, high performer has to maintain the momentum or else everything's gonna come crashing down. And obviously that's not true. For me, the way I got myself off the treadmill, the most important thing was I said, what if I could work half the hours? Could I get the same result by working smart? And I found that I could both in school and my business. So that by itself is a powerful question to help you reduce your work hours, reduce perfectionism, stop rushing, take time for meals and time for fun and rest. So I hope these 10 signs help you and maybe help prevent you from burning out like I did. Often when you do, it's a multiple year recovery. It's not like a few months, it's like a few years. So if you can prevent it, it's a better thing to do. I'm still in the recovery process myself. So I hope that helps. Again, the free guide down there below is for a free journaling worksheet to help you reinvent your life. You can check it out right there below and then my last related video is right over there.


Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.  You're assigned a burglary detail. A woman posing as a housemaid has been stealing cash and other valuables from homes in your city. Your job? Stop her. The documented drama of an actual crime. For the next 30 minutes, in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will travel step-by-step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official police files. From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force in action. It was Tuesday, October 11th. It was cloudy in Los Angeles. We were working the day to watch out a burglary detail. My partner is Frank Smith. The boss is Captain Bernard. My name's Frank. We're on our way back from lunch, and it was 1.17 p.m. when we got to room 45. Burglary. Hey, Smith. Huh? Your wife called while you're out.  Oh, thanks. That's funny. It's not like say to call in the middle of the day. Well, kids are all right when I left this morning. Wonder what she wants. Why don't you call her and find out? You're not married, Joe. You don't understand. Sometimes a guy wants a minute to think things over. Sort of prepare himself of these. Done something he shouldn't? Mm-hmm. Well, have you? No, I what? Done something he shouldn't? Of course not. Then be my guest. Okay, thanks. Well, I'll dial 9 for you, too. That's mighty nice. I know the kids are all right. Smart. Hi, honey. Yeah, and they just told me. Well, we're out to lunch. Why, is something wrong? Oh. What happened? Nothing. Well, she know who? She reported? Why not? Well, what did you tell her? I guess we could. Yeah. Sure. That's afternoon, I guess. Yeah, Joseph. It'll all be about 7.30, I guess. All right, honey. Thanks for telling me if anything comes up. I'll call you. Yeah, bye. Hmm. Nice little lady like that. What's that? I don't think you ever met her, Joe, in the name of Mrs. Vesper. No, it doesn't sound familiar. You used to live next door to us when I was a kid. You've known me since? Well, ever since I can remember. Yeah. She's alone now. They called her up every once in a while, see if she's all right. We called her this morning. Yeah. Mrs. Vesper says she had some money stolen, some jewelry happened yesterday. Didn't she report it? No, he doesn't seem to think so. He wants me to talk to her. All right, let's go. Well? Joe? Yeah. You gotta promise me something. You gotta give me your word right here. Hmm. I don't want you to kid me afterwards about the way she treats me. Mrs. Vesper? Yeah. I told you she's known me all my life. Yeah.  You know how it is. Sure. So you won't rid me, huh? No. About anything, anything at all? Well, what do you get, man? Well, she doesn't think I ought to be on the force for one thing. I might as well tell you about it. If I don't, she will. Yeah. She always claims I should have taken up something else. Like what?  Well, Mrs. Vesper thinks I... Well, see, when I was a lot younger, really younger, 10 or 12, I used to sort of memorize things, little pieces and poems. What? Memorize things, poems and little pieces, and I'd go next door and recite them for her. Yeah.  Yeah, practically. Yeah. Well, it'll be true if we don't get out there. Well, she got a real kick out of them poems. I wasn't much good, but she was prejudiced because she liked me, you know. Hmm. What else? Hmm? Want to go? Yeah, but I just want to explain this. I think I should have kept at it. Made it my career. Reciting poems? No, not exactly reciting, Joe. I didn't just recite them. You wrote them, too. Yeah. Frank and I left the office and drove out to the home of Mrs. Sarah Vesper. She lived in a small bungalow on Las Palmas Street in the Miracle Mile District. It was 2.07 p.m. when we got there. Why, for goodness' sake, Frank Smith, where on earth did you come from? Afternoon, Mrs. Vesper. Mrs. Vesper? What's gotten into you, Frank? You've never called me that before in your whole life. Oh, I meant Aunt Sarah. Well, now that's more like it. Who's this you got here with you? Aunt Sarah. This is my partner, Sergeant Friday. Oh, pleased to meet you. I do, ma'am. You work for Frank, do you, young man? Aunt Sarah, we work together. Oh, you don't say. Well, I expect that keeps you from getting lonesome, don't it? Yes, ma'am. My goodness, now, don't just stand there. Come on inside, both of you. Thank you very much. Well, sir, this isn't the darnedest coincidence. Ma'am? You're coming to visit me today.  After you, boss. Thanks. Believe it or not, I was talking to your wife only this morning. Then the next thing I know, here you are. Yes, ma'am, faith's on me. Oh, my stars. What's the matter, Aunt Sarah? Oh, I just remember that's why you're here, ain't it, on account of what I said to fail? Yes, ma'am. I should never have mentioned it to her. I don't know what's the matter with me. I must be losing my mind or something.  Oh. Well, you oughtn't to have been one in the first place. Now, if you'd just taken my advice. Aunt Sarah. Oh, now don't misunderstand me, please. I'm not criticizing the police. Well, we certainly couldn't get along without them, and I'd be the first to say so. But some people have a talent for one thing, and some people are talented in a different direction. Isn't that right, Mr. Friday? Yes, ma'am. You take Frank here. He had a real talent for making up verses, even when he was just a little tyke. I bet you didn't know that, did you? Well, I heard a little something about it. A real talent, that's what it was. Mm-hmm. While I remember some of his poems to my dying day, it rhymed in everything. Is that right? Say, Aunt Sarah, would you tell him about it? That's one about the rainbow. That was one of his very best. Did he ever do it for you, Mr. Friday? No, no, I don't think he did.  Just like an artist had painted it only with words. You know what I mean? Well, I'm not sure I do. Go ahead, Frank. Say it for Mr. Friday. Oh, please, Aunt Sarah. Well, now I know he'd like to hear it, wouldn't you, Mr. Friday? I sure would. All right, Frank, the one about the rainbow. I don't remember it, Aunt Sarah. Oh, now you're just being modest. Yes, yes, you are, Frank. Joe, no, really I don't, Aunt Sarah. I don't remember, not a word on it. Seems funny you'd forget a thing like that. I mean, when you made it up yourself. Well, it's been a long time. It hasn't been any longer for you than it has for me, and I can still remember it, just as clear as the first time I heard it. What? Rainbow, rainbow up so high. That's how it begun, Mr. Friday. Love to hear it, Frank. Rainbow, rainbow up so high. Blue and red and yellow and brown. Like an arch across the sky. Won't you ever tumble down? Where did it go from there, Frank? The next verse, what was it? I'm sorry, Aunt Sarah, but we haven't got much time. Oh, well, anyway, that gives you an idea, Frank's talent. Yes, ma'am, it sure does. Oh, come on. Aunt Sarah, would you just tell us about the things that were stolen from you? Mrs. Vesper. Well, I suppose I should have got them cut with a police. Yes, ma'am, we should have. Well, I didn't see where that would help matters, none. Just like closing the barn door after the horse had been stolen and besides, I didn't want to hurt Barbara's feelings. Barbara? My knees. Oh, I see. You remember Barbara, Frank? Mm-hmm. Oh, sure, you played out in the backyard with her the whole summer she was visiting me. Kind of a scrawny girl. Oh. Of course, she's filled out now. You just wouldn't recognize her. She has two children of her own. Nice home out in Westwood. Yes, ma'am.  Oh, she's the one who sent her. Ma'am. The Kenan woman. Well, did you know your niece was sending this woman over? No. No. I guess it was supposed to be kind of a surprise. Oh. Anyway, she just come up to the door yesterday morning, oh, long, about 9.30, now said she was ready to go to work. I see. First, she didn't know what she was getting at. Then she explained about Barbara hiring her to give me a hand. Of course, I don't need nobody, little place like this, no trouble at all. Yes, ma'am. But it didn't want to hurt Barbara's feelings, so I told her to come on in. Figured maybe she could help out some of the heavy work, you know, turning the mattresses and moving furniture. Sure. What was the woman's name, Aunt Sarah? Margaret. That's what she told me. Margaret. You know her last name? No. No, don't think she even mentioned it. All right, what happened next? Well, we did the cleaning. Not that she was much of a housekeeper. Practically had to go over the whole place after she left. But how long she stayed, you remember? Half day. That's what she said Barbara hired her for. Must have been about, oh, ten after one when she went. Didn't even give me a full four hours. Mm-hmm. Insisted on my fixin' her some lunch, too. I tell you that woman sure had her share of gall, eatin' my sandwiches at the same time she was robbin' me. Wonder if she didn't ask for a car fare. Mm-hmm. Well, just what was it she stole? My cash money. Cleaned out every pocketbook in the dresser. Found the bills I had hid under the dresser scarf, too. Yes, ma'am. How soon did you find out that these things were gone? A little while after she left when I went to straighten up the mess she'd made. And you still haven't talked to your niece about all this? I told you I didn't want to get her all upset. Mm-hmm. I suppose she will think it's funny I haven't called a thinker. Oh, what if you'd mind calling her now? You mean right now? Yes, ma'am. And do I have to? Well, we'd like to get this cleaning woman's name and address. You don't have to say why you're calling Aunt Sarah. She's bound to know something's wrong.  Well, if you won't talk to her, we will. We can find out where she lives. Huh. I guess I was wrong about you, Frank Smith. Ma'am. I guess you're turned into a policeman after all. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Like looking a gift toss in the teeth. That's what it is. Bob is going to think you don't appreciate all she's done for me. Oh, you wait there. I'll be right back. Yes, ma'am. All right, go ahead and say it. Hmm?  Ride me about the poem. I saw you smirking.  I suppose you never made up any poems when you were a kid, huh? Oh, I might have. I'll bet. Blue and red and brown, like an archip in the sky. When will you tumble down? Is that it? Archip. Of course, I wasn't a real talented poet. Yeah. What are you staring at, then? Nothing, nothing at all. Well, then stop it, would you? No, I was just noticing you need a haircut, don't you? Well, I'm going to get one this week. You're not letting it grow along, then. Why would I let... Joseph, help me if we ever get out of here. Just slip down. I won't say another word. I promise. Or look, either. All right, I won't even look. Well, that isn't the strangest thing. Did you get a hold of your niece, Ms. Vesper? Oh, yes. Yes, I talked to her, but I don't understand it. Simply don't understand it. Oh, what's that? A cleaning woman. What about her? Barbara didn't have anything to do with it. Oh? She's never even heard of her. Frank and I continued to talk to the victim. Mrs. Vesper told us that the suspect was WFA, about 40 years old, five feet three or four, weighing approximately 140 pounds. Said she was wearing a house dress and a light gray coat. She also gave us a detailed description of the jewelry that had been stolen. Frank telephoned Mrs. Vesper's niece and she said she was not acquainted with anyone who answered the suspect's description. 5.17 p.m. The crime lab reported they had found no physical evidence at the Vesper residence. Three days later, October 14th, we received the theft report from a woman living near Wilshire and Western. The suspect had gained entrance by saying that a neighbor had set her to clean. The description tallied with what we already had. During the next two weeks, nine more thefts were reported. In each case, the suspect had used the same MO and the description indicated that the crimes had all been the work of the same woman. Eight of the thefts took place within a few blocks of Wilshire Boulevard in the area between Vermont and Fairfax. In one instance, the suspect had been seen departing on the Wilshire bus. Police officers staked out buses and bus stops. Lists of the stolen property were sent to all pawn shops in the city. Two women were brought in for questioning that the victims were unable to give positive identification. Employment agencies for domestic workers were contacted. Newspaper Wadads were checked. No leads developed. Saturday, October 29th, 2.17 p.m. I got it. Burgary Friday. Who? Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. What's that? Yeah, thanks. If you can? Okay. Corky Levitt. Yeah? Woman's in his pawn shop trying to unload a diamond clip. Oh. Corky says it's on our list. We left the office and drove down to Corky Levitt's pawn shop on South Main. Over the phone, Corky had said he would stall the woman as long as he could. It was 2.28 p.m. when we got to his place. The woman was still there. Mind if I give you some dough on the thing and hand it back? I'll take it someplace else. Let's have a look at it, Corky. Sure. Hey, what is it? Police officers. Huh? Your hand's off me. I said let's go. Thanks, Corky. Sure, you bet. Yeah, thanks a lot. I suppose you let me in on it. What's the beef? We were talking over at the office, huh? About what? This clip. You mean it's hard? Is that what you're getting at? Why don't you tell us? Well, wouldn't you know it? Lucky Rita. She walked into it this time, didn't she? Looks like it.  You think I stole that thing, don't you? Somebody did. 242 p.m. We contacted Control 1 and notified them we were bringing in a female suspect. They took down our mileage and location and made a note of the time. Eight minutes later, we pulled into the city hall and we again checked with Control 1. While the suspect was being searched by a policewoman, we talked to one of the victims. The victim positively identified the diamond clip as belonging to her. 341 p.m. We interrogated the suspect in the squad room. All right, sit down a bit. You want a cigarette? Yeah. All right, now suppose you tell us about it. Come on, Rita. Let's get it over with. What's there to tell? You guys know all the answers. We know some of them. Your name's Rita Baines. You've fallen three times. Forgery, grand theft, burglary. You made two trips to the hatchipane one to Corona. So you looked up my record. Big deal. Let's talk about this diamond clip, huh? OK. Pretty, ain't it? Where'd you get it, Rita? Didn't I steal it? Isn't that why you brought me up here? It's a difference. You wouldn't believe me no matter what I told you. Once you tried the truth. OK. It was a gift. Yeah. Yeah. The lady gave it to me. Who was she? I don't know. Never saw her before in my life. Sure. I was riding the bus yesterday afternoon. She was sitting next to me. Mm-hmm. Had that pen on. Asked me if I liked it. You bet. I said, sure. She took it off so I could have it. She just handed it right over just like that. Yeah. What'd she look like, Rita? I don't know. 40, maybe 45. Little on the hefty side. And you've never seen her before? First time. Mm-hmm. You know when I was a little girl, my folks always told me not to take things from strangers. Sure they did. Yeah. Guess they were right. All right, Rita. What do you do for a living? Wait table. Where? Sparrow on pickles. You work days or nights? Nights mostly. Don't open at four o'clock. Have your mornings free then, huh? Log against it. Ever do any housework? Straighten up my room once in a while. Ever do housework for somebody else? What do you mean? Like a cleaning woman. I ain't that hard up for a job, even with a record. All right. Let's talk about this pin some more. You didn't believe me, did you? Pretty hard to swallow, innit? Yeah. Lady at belongs who says it's worth over $100. Palmbrook? I didn't think so. People don't go around giving only $100 clips, now do they? Where'd you get it? Same on the bus. Asked me if I liked it. I said yes, she gave it to me. Yeah. You guys don't mind if I stick to that story. Do you see it's out the truth? Which bus were you riding? Wilshire. Where'd your friend get off? She wasn't my friend. Where'd she get off? I don't know. I got off first. Mm-hmm. You know, if it was somebody else telling you this, you might go along with it? Yeah, sure we would. But not me. Not Rita Bain. You cops give a gal a record, from then on she might as well be dead. Sure. Any time there's trouble, pick her up. She probably did it. She tells you different, she's probably locked. You know you got one thing wrong, Rita. I don't know. It's happening to me often enough. I'm the gal with the record. Yeah, but we didn't give it to you. Frank and I continued to question the suspect, but she refused to change her story. 8.42 p.m. A special show-up was held for several of the burglary victims. None of them identified Rita Bain's. 9.06 p.m. She was released from custody, and we went back to the office. Well, if she didn't take that clip, she knows who did. Maybe. That's the reason, Joe. Nobody's gonna go to all the trouble stealing this stuff and then give it away. Mm-hmm. Burgary Friday. Yes, ma'am. What's that? I see. Mm-hmm. Yes, we would. What's your address? All right. Thank you very much. Just a few minutes. Goodbye. Well, here we go again. Another burglary? Mm-hmm. Another piece of free jewelry. Frank and I drove out to an address on South Ridley Drive. 9.32 p.m. We talked to Mrs. Lucy Heflin. She showed us a pearl choker that had been given to her by a woman she met at a bus stop earlier in the evening. I didn't want to take it. I told her so, but she wouldn't listen. Yes, ma'am. And then afterwards, when I got home and thought about it, well, I started wondering if maybe there was some reason why she was so anxious to get rid of those pearls. So I called you. Just where was it you saw this woman, Ms. Heflin? Corner of Wilshire and Barstow. That's where I was waiting for my bus. I take the Wilshire Express home. She was on a local. I see. And when it pulled up, she got out. I guess she must have turned her ankle or something. Anyway, she dropped her pocketbook. Mm-hmm. Well, I helped her pick up her things, and that's when she gave me this choker. I see. That she didn't have any use for herself and for me to keep it. Tried to give it back, but she wouldn't wait. Mm-hmm. I tried to follow her, but just then my bus came along and I knew there wouldn't be another one for maybe an hour. Yes, ma'am. They don't run very regular after 8 o'clock. Yes. Anyway, I figured I could always return the choker if that seemed like the best thing. How are you going to do that, Ms. Heflin? Do you know the woman? Oh, no. No, but I watched her from the bus. We had to wait for the light to change. Yeah. So I was going to a building, an apartment house. Oh? I suppose that's where she lives. Ms. Heflin told us that the woman had entered an apartment house on Barstow Street two doors from the Wilshire Corner. We asked her to describe the suspect and her description tallied with what we already had. 10.15 p.m. We drove over to the Barstow Avenue address and talked to the manager of the apartment. He told us that a woman answering the suspect's description lived on the second floor, apartment 7. He said that her name was Edna Landy. Frank and I went upstairs to talk to her. Well, this must be it, girl. Here. Ms. Landy? Yes, sir. Police officers? Oh. I'd like you to come downtown with us, Ms. Landy. All right. I'll get my coat. Never mind. I'll get it for you. Send the closet over there. Okay. I'll look around while I'm at it, Joe. Yeah. You won't find anything. That's all? I gave the last of it away just this evening. Mm-hmm. Lady, I met at the bus stop. I gave the last piece to her. I see. She was very kind to me. Helped me when I dropped my purse. I'm glad I had something nice for her. Girl choker, that's what it was. Yeah. That was clean, Joe. Nice. I said you wouldn't find anything. Why'd you do it, Ms. Landy? Why'd you steal those things? Oh, I wasn't stealing.  No. I was just teaching them a lesson. Yeah. They needed it. They needed it bad. I never trust anybody. I always say you're stealing from them. Who are you talking about, Ms. Landy? People that hired me to work for them. Do their cleaning. These people didn't hire you? Yeah, they're all the same. Folks out here, back east, all the same. Where's back east? Chicago. Chicago, Illinois. Mm-hmm. It doesn't matter how much you do, how hard you try. Ma'am. Sooner or later, something's missing. I say you took it. Mm-hmm. Look for them 10 years. It doesn't matter. At least little thing gets lost.  Nicely. I made up my mind to show them. As long as they're going to blame me anyway, might as well do something to deserve it. Mm-hmm. Good lesson. That's what they need. All right. Let's go. I'm an honest woman. I've always been honest. Sure. I never took that money from Mrs. Dresser. She was wrong to say I did. I never took nothing that didn't belong to me. Until you came out here. That's different. Mm-hmm. Even then, I wasn't taken from myself. I gave all the jewelry away. It wasn't for me. I was more than jewelry, Ms. Landy. A lot of money missing, too. Well, I didn't keep it. Oh. I sent it off every penny. Sent it to charity. Different charities all over. I wouldn't keep something that wasn't mine. I see. Maybe next time, they'd be a little more careful who they say is a thief. Yes, ma'am. It isn't right to accuse somebody when she hasn't done it just because you're the cleaning woman. That doesn't mean you're not honest. Mm-hmm. Well, I showed them. I showed them if I really wanted to be a crook, how easy it was. Mm-hmm. You mustn't think I was doing anything wrong. No. Just trying to make them understand. That's all. Cleaning women's like everybody else. She's got feelings, too. And pride, like everybody else. Mm-hmm. Maybe now they'll see where they made their mistake. Now. Now they better.  Not anymore. Folks better treat me a whole lot different from here on in. Well, that's right, Ms. Landy. What? They will. The story you just heard is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On December 14th, the hearing was held in Department 96, Superior Court of the State of California, in and for the County of Los Angeles. In a moment, the results of that hearing... Edna Foster Landy was examined by three psychiatrist's appointed by the court and was found to be mentally incompetent. She was committed to a state medical hospital for an indefinite period of treatment. You have just heard, Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. You have just heard, Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. 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