Apparently I have too much hope in humanity. The thought of walking outside your home with the constant fear of being mugged or raped, never really crosses my mind. I live in a fairly safe neighborhood, the classic suburbia and I have those super nosey neighbors you read about in books. Cracking blinds if they hear noises and standing on porches if someone’s music is blaring as they fly down the road. The screeching of tires, the threats of gun fire and the drug sales are not part of this area. So please imagine my surprise when I walked to my garage Saturday morning to find something of great value was missing, my lawn mower!
At first, I thought perhaps my step-father had taken it to do an oil change or sharpen the blades (he does that from time to time). After a phone call to him, panic raced through my veins. It was an impossible thought to comprehend. I refused to believe the obvious, and in disbelief I dialed the phone to inform my roomie.
We were the victims of a theft.
So after a call to the police department, I found myself sitting on the front porch feeling more violated than if I had just went for a yearly check up at the OB-GYN. An incredible mix of emotions ran through me, I was thankful the thief targeted the garage and not the house, I was pissed someone had the audacity to come onto my property and take something that did not belong to them and overall I was seriously freaked out.
After the officer arrived and took my statement and spoke with the neighbors, he admitted he didn’t have much to go on. There really was no way to know when it was taken, the last time either myself or my roomie saw it was on Monday. It’s not exactly something you expect to happen or feel a need to check on until you’re about to mow the lawn. The thief rummaged through other belongings, but the officer said it was apparent it was a young person. They left the $200-$300 bridal doll (my grandmother had willed to me) and a few other high priced items including the gas container, most adults would know the value of and would have gotten the money for. They found track marks where the walked away between our house and our immediate neighbors beside the garage that lead to the parking lot of the church directly behind the house. But no fingerprints, no foot impressions just nothing. Like it walked itself away. I felt horrible because in reality it was my fault, I should have locked it up like I normally do. But when I last used it the weather turned ugly quickly so I just hid it in the open part of the garage behind the mountains of stuff and thought nothing of it. Want to know the worst feeling in the world? Call your step-father to tell him the lawnmower he spent $400 on was stolen and you have no idea when it happened.
Now I know how stupid it may seem to get that upset over a lawnmower but it isn’t the fact that they took anything that upsets me. It’s the fact that someone came onto the property unbeknownst to myself or my roomie
I will post the baby shower and other things from the weekend tomorrow. Today I think I will just reminisce about the little chunk of innocence I lost this weekend: My trust in those around me.
Much Love,
K
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