I shouldn't blog about this...I really shouldn't. I have been praying for my anger to go away ALL day, and writing about it will just conjure up all my wrath all over again. But I feel like I want to record it anyway...all for the sake of the record.
We were robbed. On Conference Sunday. We didn't find out until today, because the only thing they took was the GPS, right off my dashboard. Charger, sticky pad, and all. Ooo...as I type it, my blood is starting to boil again. We accidentally left the car unlocked last Saturday night as we stumbled in from a fun night with our friends the Willises. The kids were tired, I had a headache, and we just walked right in the house without thinking. A mistake that would cost us dearly. I couldn't find the GPS yesterday when I went to the library, but I thought that Andrew had just taken it to his car, for some weird reason. Then today when we were together, we figured out that the WHOLE THING was missing, not just the GPS itself. The only conclusion that could be drawn was that some *expletive expletive* white trash person stole it.
Now I'm not going to put on some saintly attitude and say, "Maybe they needed it more than I do." Because I would be lying. NOBODY needs a GPS more than I do. I am so directionally challenged, it's not even funny. It took me over a month to learn how to get to my high school. In Orem, UT. Where all the streets are perfectly, logically numbered. That should give you an idea of how I struggle in a brand new town, a BIG town compared to any I've lived in lately, finding my way around.
I don't know what I'm going to do. It was a Christmas gift last year. Ironically, both sets of parents gave us a GPS knowing how lost I get and that we were soon moving to a new place, so we kept one and returned one. Silly me. If I had been able to look into my crystal ball and see the future - my future of being a victim of crime - I would have kept both. Now I'm going to have to BUY one (because I know I won't be able to live without it...okay, I would live, but I would spend a TON of time wandering around), and there are SO many other things I need to be saving for. Like a new computer, for one. And we all know that my penny-pinching husband doesn't just go throwing money to the wind...to say the least.
I guess what overwhelms me is the complete, unfair, injustice of it all. What gives people the right to walk onto someone's property and help themselves to whatever they want? Regardless of whether or not the door is locked. I am just incredibly disappointed in the entire human race. I feel like I can't trust anyone. And this only deepens my fears of being robbed in the house while Andrew is gone on one of his many 10-day trips, or - heaven forbid - his deployment next summer. It only makes me more anxious to live in this world - especially this town.
I am going to have to have an extra amount of faith and trust that my family will be protected in Andrew's absence. It just makes me wish that some people didn't have the gift of free agency. I wish it was something that was earned instead of handed out freely to the bad guys and good guys alike. I hate that I am a victim of someone else's stupidity, and there is NOTHING I can do about it. But most of all, I hate that I will spend the next several months completely lost without a friendly voice telling me to "exit right ahead" and "you have reached your destination." I'll sure miss my GPS.