We have received quite the welcome to our new home town.
On July 8th we went to a nearby park. While playing at the park with our children we returned to our car to find it had been broken into. My purse was left in the car and was stolen. The police termed it a "smash and grab." It's probably been about a year since I've left my purse in the car. Never happens.
To the thieves that stole my purse and smashed my window - I hope you get caught. I hope the trail of my fraudulent credit card charges all over town become your demise. If not, I hope the guilt of your crimes haunt you every night until you've paid retribution for them. If not - I guess you'll get what is coming to you eventually.
I've always been an easy going and forgiving person, difficult to take offense (well, unless it's a certain time of month and your my husband, sorry Jeremy), but this has rocked me pretty well. Hopefully after I get through the thick of things and settle all the issues surrounding this trespass on my life - I'll be able to get the obscenities and feeling of hate and anger out of my consciousness. I'm sure the thieves aren't stewing over these issues. I'm sure they've moved on to their next victims.
People that steal have no respect for themselves or others. It is a heinous crime that not only robs people of their possessions, but their sense of security, and peace.
Having been a victim firsthand I have a zillion times more empathy for other victims of any crime. It's not just something on TV that happens and people move on, my life has been turned upside-down for the last week as I've spent all day every day doing damage control and trying to repair the various effects of this idiotic act of cowardessness. (I made that last word up apparently, because my spell check is not liking that word.)
Hopefully my next post will be a little more positive.
