I have a very heavy heart today. I lost something yesterday, well my family lost something yesterday. While we were at work, our home was robbed. It wasn't a random burglar, it was someone who was able to get past the dogs because they knew this person. It was someone who knew where we kept money and valuables, what hiding place in our bedroom they were in. Then on the way out, they took my computer and the kindle I got for Christmas. If it was just a random burglar, our other valuables would not have been left untouched.
This is a very trying time for me and my family and it's not just because stuff was taken, because stuff can be replaced. Yes, it sucks and will cost $$ we don't have, but it can be replaced. What cannot be replaced, what was ripped from me and my family is the sense of security in our own home. The place that we are supposed to feel safe at. The place where you can leave your damn kindle on the kitchen table because it will be there when you get back. And all this was stolen for what? A few bucks and electronics. And to KNOW that it was someone we know, we trusted, we invited into our home and supported and cared for. That type of betrayal is beyond reproach.
