I didn't Sob when my Car was Robbed.

Bad things happen all of the time.  Sometimes it’s bad luck or being in the wrong place at the wrong time….Kabul, Baghdad, working as an aid worker in Somalia, hiking dangerously close to the Iranian border,  cruising expectantly on the Costa Concordia, or even driving on a Florida interstate with no visibility.  I wake up every morning happy when I don’t feel any pain.  I am indeed a lucky man and I need to remind myself of this every day.

So, in the scheme of things, having your car robbed ranks very low in the list of potential injuries.  Unlike the first time I was robbed in 1978, this robber focused his entire attention on only one car in my car port, spending no more than 90 seconds working my property into his possession.   This happened on January 18^th, 2012 at 4:54AM.  Among the many things that were pilfered from my car was my most favorite of dance shoes that I had just resoled to perfection. 

The pain and suffering caused by this robber has extended beyond the loss of privacy, loss of possession and the sense of being violated.  Truly, over the last few weeks I have spend countless hours providing information to the police and notifying the neighborhood watch, downloading the surveillance camera video of the robbery for the police, itemizing the stolen items and completing an insurance claim, and in replacing the lost items to get my life back in order.  The robber not only robbed me of my possessions, but also of more time than I would like to acknowledge.