So, I’m feeling lucky. And the reason? I was recently the victim of a crime.
Here’s the story:
While out with my kids, at a little farm picking blueberries, among neighbors and friends and not even two miles from my home, someone smashed my car window and stole my purse! I was horrified. My kids were upset. The nice people walking by were shocked. Even the police officer who took the report was a little surprised.
Then I spent the better part of the afternoon cancelling my debit card, stopping payment on checks (yes, a checkbook was in there), filing an insurance claim on the window, making an appointment to get the window replaced, de-registering my kindle (also in the purse), and having a locksmith come to re-key my house locks (because I only took cash, my car key, and my cell phone with me- the house keys were also in the purse), ugh.
This is a picture of the purse I had. It was kind of awesome, and way better than what I used to carry. Last Christmas I decided to treat myself to a nice bag, and I spent like $200. on this thing. It was big enough to hold water bottles, kindles, lunches, toys, and even a sweatshirt (for a kid). Plus it was a beautiful soft denim-blue leather and the inside was all multicolored striped satin. It was the nicest pocketbook I ever had 😦
Now to the part where I feel lucky.
So, I’m not rich. At all. And this is a real set-back. The locks, the window, the kindle, the bag…even if I don’t replace my bag or my kindle, I’m still out over $500 for the car window and my locks. Plus, I had some cash in my wallet. That’s a lot of money to my family.
But, it won’t break us. I have other handbags. I have insurance. I won’t get a new kindle right away, but I will probably get one soon. Maybe for my next birthday or if I sell enough books, but it will happen. Within a week, I’ll have a shiny new car window, a new bankcard, and I’ll fill a new bag with lip-gloss and gum and tampons and matchbox cars (seriously, that’s mainly what was in my old one). I already had new locks made for my house, and I can get a new driver’s license made easily.
Someone else, though, was desperate enough to steal. Someone felt they had no other choice, no better option than to take a bag from a car, hoping there was money in it. Maybe they were on drugs, or fighting some other addiction. Maybe they thought that whoever owned a nice car and a nice purse wouldn’t be too hurt by their crime, or even that I ‘deserved it’ for having a little more than them. Maybe they just didn’t think or care much about it one way or the other.
No matter who it was, or why they did it, I am fairly confident I’m in a better position than they are. Financially, emotionally, and socially. Sure, money might be a little tight, but I haven’t had to resort to criminal behavior. I can’t even imagine a life in which breaking into cars becomes a viable option. So I do feel lucky.
I am lucky that I am at a place in my life where I can absorb this kind of minor loss (I have definitely been much poorer than I am now, and there was a time this would have devastated me). I am lucky, also, that I am able to forgive this person, instead of living with anger or hatred (I have learned to do this by surviving other, much worse assaults). And maybe I am lucky to be reminded that the world is not perfect, that not everyone is “okay”, and that I need to be careful, still.
So, I hope whoever took my purse was helped by its contents. I hope it improved someone’s life in at least the same proportion that its loss damaged mine. And I hope that the person who now has my Kindle likes gay romance novels, because it’s loaded with them!