So Much For Tranquility, Someone Call The Police

Slowly inching toward the door, mow resting partly a jar, she felt a sudden tinge of panic. Had she merely forgot to latch the hasp and the wind exposed her absent mind? Maybe her houseguest had been searching for the rake she had conveniently forgotten to put by the door as they had requested? No, even in her surreal state of mind, this was no accident; this was deliberate.

And no, this is not the beginning of another story, this was the peaceful Sunday I had hoped for. My tranquil day was spent trying to figure out why people feel the need to steal from one another and filing a police report. Yes, I was robbed.

I realize the items taken were just possessions, that the items are of no real value. My furry friends and house occupants are all safe. But it is not the dollar amount of goods taken or the fact someone entered my property that gets my blood boiling, but the mere act of stealing.

This is not the first time I have been a victim of such a crime and each time it entrenches a paranoia I cannot begin to describe. You feel vulnerable, helplessness; you question whether you should have noticed something. You ask yourself was it someone I knew? Then you feel isolated and become leery but contrary to belief, I have not felt violated, I have however gotten mad.

Mad that someone would steal, mad because all they had to do was ask, and just mad because I’m mad. I hate the severity in the range of emotions one goes through, I hate the stupid questions playing out in your head and I hate the fact some poor soul felt no way out other than to steal.

I will never understand this sort of character flaw nor can I imagine what life changing events would cause a person to steal. Is this not greed or it could be envy I guess? Either way it is wrong and ranks right up there with lying in my mind.

Right now I’m struggling with what further actions I can take to protect my property and myself. Being the victim can lead to a real education in home security, an education I would rather not have. But this is the world in which we live, like I said nothing of value was taken this time.

I would like to say in closing that I wish this thief no ill will, for what goes around comes around. That no good will come from your stolen booty. But if you come around to to steal more of my booty you find I have learned to shooty.


PS Lee I hope this explains my comment.

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