I have become a victim of two adages: (1) When it rains it pours; and (2) Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way.
It all started when I lost the windshield mount to my Magellan 4250 GPS. I last saw it on May 10, 2009. Shortly after, I lost my Jawbone 2 Bluetooth device and my driver’s license. As a form of identification, I began to carry my passport around, until my new license would arrive in the mail. This morning, I locked my passport in my glove box–along with my JVC stereo face plate, my iPod Mini, my iPhone charter, and my Magellan 4250 GPS–forgetting to take it out this morning and put it in my backpack.
Well, I parked my car–a burgundy 1991 Nissan Pathfinder XE-V6, license plate 3DJY495–this morning–around 7:15 a.m.–at the light rail station, a place I park every weekday. This afternoon–at 5:22 p.m.–I arrived back at the station to find that my car was missing. My car has been stolen, along with my passport, my lola’s disabled placard, my Magellan 4250 GPS, my iPod Mini, and my iPhone charger.
As far as the worst possible time, I am supposed to go to a commencement tomorrow and celebrate the undergraduate degree of one friend and the graduate degrees of a coworker and a fraternity brother. Afterwards, I was going to volunteer and work on preparing materials for the Asian Pacific Islander Policy Summit. As it stands, I have to inconvenience one of the graduates and their family to attend the commencement and can not make it to the working meeting.
I think about all the different scenarios that could have prevented this occurence, and how much I played a part in it. Regardless of my negligence in leaving my items in my car, or if I left a door unlocked, there is no way that this justifies having my items stolen from me.
Most disconcerting, however, is the fact that the perpetrator or perpetrators that disrespected my property know my address, as it was on my passport and on the registration paperwork, and I can not help but think that these same perpetrators may get the idea that they can victimize me again.
Also bothersome is the idea that this possibly could have been avoided if people were not so economically desperate, or there were more funds to pay more patrol officers to protect private property left in public parking lots. To add insult to injury, when I reported my car stolen to the Sacramento Police Department, I learned that if found, the authorities would tow my car to a yard, and I would be charged for the service of towing and storing my vehicle.
I am a believer in karma, and part of me thinks of what I have done to solicit such a series of unfortunate events. Another part of me applies this karmic belief to reassure myself of the negative karma that will befall the perpetrator and any of their accomplices.
Fortunately, as far as I know, nobody was physically hurt, and the material items can be replaced, albeit inconvenient and expensive. My optimistic side also realizes that this gives me a very strong reason to purchase a vehicle and replace my eighteen year old sport utility vehicle.
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