This past weekend I spent all of my time in downtown Detroit. It is a beautiful city full of culture, design and heritage. I actually like the city quite well and am beginning to spend time there whenever I can. The people are friendly and it seems like things are really starting to turn around for the inner city. However, this weekend I was reminded that evil does still exist.
I suppose I have become forgetful about hiding my possessions for the thought that bad things wont happen, but apparently they still do. This weekend my good friends car had the windows smashed in and all of my belongings for the weekend were stolen from the backseat.
At first I was angry. I had nothing to sleep in and was going to have to cut my little "vacation" short to head home for fresh clothes. How could someone be so rude? How could someone have such disregard for another persons property? After the anger subsided I started to worry. What was in that bag? Did I have anything that was personal? Was there anything there that would allow this person to find me and come back for more? Next came sadness when I realized what personal possessions they had taken from me. The one that made me cry was a drawing my sweet little girl had made for me before I left and told me not to peek until I was getting ready for bed. Apparently it was a picture of our family with the words "I love you all". After shedding a tear because of the loss of her dear drawing and the overall stress of the situation I begin to feel compassion for whoever felt they needed to steal from me and several others cars around me.
When the fiasco of the event had ended I decided that I should count myself as lucky. This is the first time I have been robbed and I am lucky I didn't loose anything that couldn't be replaced. Especially, how lucky am I that I have the means to replace these things that were taken from me. Some do not have that luxury. While I am still mourning the loss of my Mary Kay makeup, a bag full of clothes, my glasses and drawing from my dear sweetheart I am grateful that I have been blessed. I have been blessed in life with financial security, family and friends. Friends who were willing to do anything they could to help me out when I had nothing for that short 24 hours. Some people have no one, no money and have felt that they needed to resort to stealing. For these people I feel sorrow.
My mind has changed from anger to "what can I do to help". While I haven't quite figured it all out yet I have sent up a prayer to bless the thief. Bless him with the ability to get better if he has a drug problem, to get financial stability if he is starving and to find the help he needs if he needs help. I will use this weekend as a reminder that there are people who still need help right here in our own backyards. Bad things will happen, but it is the good that we do in response that can make the biggest impact.
What else can I do? What can we all do to help those who need help? Is there anything a normal person like me can do to actually make a difference in someone else's life? Share your thoughts with me.
<3 Dick and Jane