On Being Robbed
It began with me getting up early and finding my phone not where I left it last night.
Then finding a window pushed wide open, the screen gone.
The heart begins to struggle to make sense.
Then seeing the door to the garage open, and walking out there and seeing a door to the outside open too. The garage trashed, car doors open and belongings scattered around.
You try to process the information, and all the information says that someones been in the house in the night and has taken your things. But its difficult to think that way, because of where we live and because we live fairly careful of such things.
But there it is, and as the list of things missing or messed with starts to add up, your mind starts to give in to the fact that you've been robbed. Worse, some unwanted person has been in your house and caused violence to it, and so to you.
I've been robbed on the streets before, my office has been burgled, cars broken into and things taken, many bikes stolen, but never have we known this feeling we've known today.
Its ben a day of RCMP, and contact with neighbours whose shops and yards were burgled too. There were at least seven families affected, two of us actually had the people inside our homes. They quickly moved through the house, grabbing things they could carry, rifling through shelves, drawers, and things that looked valuable. Then exited, all while we slept.
We are left to sort out our feelings, and our losses. Through the day we find another area they went through, we try to remember what was there before, not sure if we can trust our memories after this experience.
But in the scope of the worlds deep needs this night, our pain feels small. Yes it is legitimate, as are our neighbours feelings of violation. But we are safe and we are blessed to live here, in spite of this small violence.
We will live even more securely, making sure there are NO ways into the house. I imagine one day we'll stop checking on every house noise, and we'll stop rechecking the door locks. But for now around here it just feels kind of vulnerable, and sad.
Tomorrow we'll start trying to figure out insurance.