The first time we were robbed, I was sad. The second time, I was annoyed. Now, I’m ticked.
Five months ago, our home in Fiji was broken into and our video camera was stolen. I was sad because it had a lot of unsaved memories on it, but I also felt lucky because others in the house had a lot more stolen from them.
Many of you are aware that three weeks ago someone stole Nate’s bike from right outside our front door. (I wrote a letter to the thief HERE.) That bike was his commuter bike and not worth very much so he didn’t bother buying a lock for it. At night he hid it, but during the day he sometimes just set it out front. The bike was stolen during the day in the 10 minutes we weren’t outside with it. I was annoyed that someone would do that in general, and especially when we were 10 feet and a closed door away.
But TODAY I was sad + annoyed + TICKED when we returned home from watching the BYU football game to find a cut lock and one bike instead of two at our house. THIS bike was Nate’s most prized possession. Seriously, you know those lessons in church when the teacher tells you to think about the tangible thing you value most? Nate thinks about his bike.
The policewoman that came over to file the report told us that bikes this nice are either sold underground in another city or traded for drugs which is totally lame because I disapprove of stealing AND drugs, and no an offender of both has intruded into our lives and stolen our stuff.
If you’re wondering how Nate’s holding up, well, he’s in mourning. He’s been watching football clips for awhile now, I think trying to get his mind off of it all. He doesn’t seem angry though, just really sad. In fact, he’s telling me now to get off the computer so we can read scriptures. He’s a much better person than me. Me, I’m trying to make myself feel better by imagining the robber being eaten by angry ferrets. Grrrr!
RIP Nate’s Bike…in lieu of flowers, please send checks to the New Bike for Nate Charity of your choice. 😉
P.S…that is NOT our couch in the picture. Ew.