Last night, as I prepared to head to work, I got into my car as usual. I cranked my car, and as usual I reached over to turn on my stereo. ( It has to be turned on separately.) As I reached for the power button, I was surprised when my hand continued to reach through the console. My stereo had been stolen. while my car sat in my driveway the night before, someone came along, got in (for the five years we've occupied our house, I've never locked the driver's door.), pulled the radio out of the dash, clipped all connections, and made off with it.
Now, I only paid fifty bucks for it. I know it's gone. I'm not worried about ever getting it back. That's not the problem.
The problem is this: I have worked hard for what I have aquired over the years. I have spent countless hours, literally, in a hole in the ground, shoveling, to earn the money to support myself and my family, only to have some creep with a habit steal from me, in order (I'm quite positive) to get money for his (or her) next "fix".
I know that my ranting here doesn't solve the problem of theft or drug habits, but I can say that I feel a little bit better about the whole situation having done this. Thank you for listening.