aren't those Dante's famous words from Kevin Smith's movie "Clerks"? Well, I should have called out sick yesterday and didn't. Instead I left work after half a day to come home for some tea, comfort and recuperation. Unfortunately, I came home to find our house had been broken into and robbed. And they took everything they possibly could, which means they must have come in a truck/van. It happened in broad daylight on a well traveled street between 9 am and 12:40 pm. We are, needless to say, sick over it. In trying to sort through the very weighted emotions, I penned a little note to the shit birds who are responsible. So.......here it is:
Dear Thieves:
My daughters don't want to sleep in their own home tonight...they don't feel safe. So, thanks, criminals who aren't fit for gainful employment...thanks so much for stealing my children's security. By the way, your timing was quite good. Considering you managed to steal my daughter's birthday gifts-most in the form of money sent to her by those who love her. Tomorrow is her birthday. I'm certain she won't remember how horrible her 18th birthday was because you helped yourself to her gifts. Oh, wait...yes, whe will definitely remember how horrible it felt. Normal people are actually affected by such acts of cruelty. By the way, fellas, that little safe you took? The one with no key? No money in it, just an 8th grade yearbook and some sentimental papers. See what you get on the street for those treasures. Hopefully an ass kicking from the scumbag you sell it to.
I don't know who failed you or why. All I know is you've unleashed your inability to contribute anything valuable to society on people who work hard to earn what they have. At least that's how my youngest daughter phrased it. Even a twelve year old knows not only right from wrong but good from evil. I'm sorry for whatever lead you to this path but I won't be sorry to see you pay your dues.
If you were stealing food to feed your children I would wish you the best and attempt to help you in any way possible. This, however...this is going to be a tough one to get over and forgive. This was an act of sociopathic, cash driven malice. Why should there be forgiveness for this?
We, as a family, enjoyed dinner at a restaurant tonight. Talk revolved around favorite books, least favorite books, college plans, high school activities, middle school happenings, music, sisterhood, food, travel, movies and various other rather inane topics. We as a family were together, we were complete and we were happy. By breaking into our beloved home and stealing what belonged to us you ruined a small piece of our happiness and security. But you also allowed us to see the bigger picture. There are certain things which are impossible to steal, no matter how accomplished a petty criminal you are. And for what your life lacks and mine is abundant with, I pity you.
Ah, well...therapy comes in many forms. Mine seems to write letters to phantoms. But, in all seriousness, protect your home. Network with your neighbors, pay attention to anyone with a particularly focused interest in your home, think about a security system, be aware of any workmen you hire, don't be afraid to call police if anything unusual occurs, from having door to door salesmen pop up on your doorstep to anyone on your property without your prior knowledge, DON'T hide a key outside your property, develop a healthy, friendly relationship with the local law makers and law keepers, whatever preventative steps you can take, please do. And I don't mean to sound paranoid, I am all about living in a home not an imposing fortress, but having this happen feels beyond lousy. It really does. xoxo tara
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