About two weeks ago one of my biggest fears almost came true. I have always been afraid of being robbed. First because I work hard for what little I do have and would like to keep it. And second because robberies can end terrible. But two weeks ago I had to come to terms with that fear…
Why?? (you may have asked; but even if you didn’t I’m still going to tell you).
Well officially almost two weeks ago my family’s old car was broken in to. The car doesn’t ever move because it needs to be repaired, so it sits on the side of the house. Not knowing that their was absolutely nothing that car, someone decided to break in and see what they could take. ( sucks for them because there was nothing… what a waste of time)
The worst part of this experience for me was that I was home when all of this happened. The first thought that came to my mind was what if they would have tried to get into the house. That thought haunted me… Damn near paralyzed me…. That thought being my first thought led to have an anxiety attack and then tears. But once all of it ended… I was okay (paranoid a little) but okay. I felt blessed that it didn’t escalate any further than them getting into the car.
So being me I felt the need to dissect the entire scenario and get to the root of my fear. And the honest root is that I cant stand the thought of working so hard for everything that I own (which again REALLY isn’t much… I practice or try to practice minimal living) stolen from me by someone. I fully understand that everyone has a background story that 9 times out of 10 you will probably never know about. However that still does not excuse the action. You can be having a hard time and struggling and feel the need to rob someone as a means to help yourself, but on the other side you don’t know what that person has done to get what they have. So what happens if maybe the person that you stole from was a bad person does it justify the actions?? Or what if you stole from that person thinking that they had money but not really knowing that they are struggling too??
These are the questions I was battling with. Mainly because people do not always get to see the behind the scenes view of others life. So why steal from them? Why take what could be their last?
I don’t always understand people. And believe me I really wish I could. But what I do understand is that the world is filled with good people, bad people, and all those in between. Everyday we all wake up and have to decided what kind of person we are going to be.. I have decided I will be a good person. (1) because the world needs more love and kindness and (2) because I’ve had to look my worst fear in the face and I wouldn’t wish that on another.