how do you replace the irreplaceable??
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Where do I even begin to describe what could easily have been one of the worse weekends o f my life?? I spent last Friday and Saturday visiting my Aunt. Saturday afternoon we went to a mall in San Jose, CA. After leaving the mall, I headed home to pack for my flight the next day and my Aunt went back to her home in Salinas. I made it home around 8:00 that night. I went to get my overnight bag out of the back of my car and it wasn�t there. I went to the back seat of the car thinking maybe by mistake I put it in the back seat. Nothing. It was then that it dawned on me that my bag that I carry for work was also missing. I soon realized that while I was in the mall someone had broken into my car and stole my overnight bag and work bag. I rushed into my house and called my Mom and proceeded to have a nervous break down. Literally. Never in my life had I cried so much or so hard. My Mom tried to calm me down and help me realize that what was stolen was just STUFF. I know that it was just stuff, but it was my stuff. MY favorite jeans, MY brand new hot pink blazer, MY favorite black wedge sandals, MY favorite pink sandals, MY makeup that I loved, MY new digital camera. Also included was my hair brush, comb, curling iron�.all the basic stuff that I would need the next morning for my flight to Indianapolis. I cried all the way to Radio Shack were I had to hand over $32.00 to get a new car charger. I cried in Wal-mart while I tried to replace my necessities, hair brush, comb, curling iron, toiletry bag, hair scarf, makeup�.$55.00 dollars later, I cried dinosaur tears home. I screamed, shouted and continually asked God why all these bad things keep happening to me. I tried to remind myself over and over that I am not a bad person but I just could not understand why I was being punished. The next day, I managed to make it to the airport just before I was supposed to leave. I recalled my plane leaving at 11:30 am. I went to check in and was having difficulty using the self-check in. When the gate attendant came to help she looked up my flight information only to let me know that my plane had left at 8:00 am. How convenient that the stupid fuckers who stole my stuff happened to steal my bag with all my travel information in it. It took everything in my to swallow the knot and hold back the tears. Evidently the attendant recognized my distress. She calmed me down and put me on another flight with a different airline since there was no more available flights with the original carrier I was on. Sunday was spent in the air or on the ground waiting. Twelve hours later, I arrived in Indianapolis. I have not even come close to describing how emotional I have been. I have been taking blow after blow this past year and I am about ready to fall. At least once I am down, I can�t continue to get knocked over. My usually friendly disposition is gone. My upbeat and optimistic attitude is gone. My willingness to move forward is gone. Do they know they stole more than just MY stuff??? Do they even care??? It maybe just stuff, but it happens to be stuff that I love and stuff that cannot necessarily be replaced. I am having a helluva time getting over this. |
3:15 p.m. || May 27, 2005 |
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