I Was Robbed, But Not of My Ability to be GratefulIt was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the day my purse was stolen. THE CRIME
I had put my purse in the kiddie seat of my grocery cart at Trader Joe’s and was innocently collecting the items from my grocery list when I noticed it was missing. After a thorough search, retracing my steps throughout the store, I finally had to admit it was nowhere to be found. Panic set in as I went through a mental check of what was in it. It was a small purse but it held all of the basics; there was my driver’s license, yup, phone, yup, keys, yup, check book, yup, and of course several credit cards. A quick analysis confirmed I was stranded at Trader Joe’s with no ID, no money, no way to get into my locked car, and no way to call for help. This was one of those moments when all of the things I take for granted suddenly disappeared. I felt helpless and went looking for some salvation in the service area at the front of the store. I was hoping to use the phone and call someone but I realized that, due to my smart phone and the fact it automatically dials numbers for me, I no longer remembered any phone numbers and phone books have gone the way of the dinosaur. A very nice man at the service desk suggested I call AAA to come and unlock my car, but the high tech auto-unlock keyless entry device was in my missing purse. Even if I could get into the car, I couldn’t drive it. All the modern convinces that are intended to make life easier were crumbling before my eyes. ONE STEP AT A TIME I tried using the store phone to cancel my credit cards. After being put on hold several times I decided it would be faster to walk over to the bank which was just around the corner. I soon found that you can’t cancel a credit card at the actual bank. You have to do it online or on the phone. The kindly teller guided me to a phone I could use and I was able to cancel one of my cards. I tried canceling another card on the phone but the pesky help lines were jammed with other callers who were probably in the same predicament as me. I headed out on foot to another bank hoping that someone would take pity on me and help me secure my checking account from the people who stole my purse. By this point I knew that my purse wasn’t just lost, it had been stolen and the culprits were already charging on my cards. At this bank I was ushered into a cubical with an actual person who bypassed the clogged phone lines with her special bank employee codes. I had to cancel my old account and set up a new one to ensure no one would have access to it. They even went on line to look up some of my friend’s phone numbers. Unfortunately I couldn’t reach anyone. I figured it would take me a little less than an hour to walk home and get my backup key fob so that I could unlock my car. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and there was a cool breeze coming off the ocean. I took the shortest route home, walking the levee along the river. In my head I was feeling somewhat peaceful but I must have been putting out little old lady in duress vibes because a nice young woman asked me if I was OK. I told her the story of my missing purse and she was very sympathetic and wished me well. GRADITUDES I guess I did feel a bit worn out by the trauma of being robbed, but I also felt grateful. I was grateful for the kindly people at Trader Joe’s, who not only gave me access to a phone, they paid for my groceries and stored them in a cooler to pick up later. I was grateful for the people at the banks, and on the help lines who patently did what they could to assist me. I was grateful that the one number I had memorized was my Social Security number. This saved me multiple times in the process of accessing my accounts. I was grateful for the encounter with the young lady I met on my way home who was concerned about a total stranger. I was grateful for the cool breeze and the sun sparkling on the river that made my walk home easier than I thought it would be. I was grateful that my legs and feet are in relatively good shape and that I still have the ability to actually walk home on a route I would normally drive. I was super grateful that an elderly man found my ID cards that had been discarded by the thieves and for a friend who retrieved them. I didn’t have to replace my driver’s license and insurance cards. I was even grateful for the people who took my purse in the first place for tossing my ID cards where they could be found. I was grateful I have a land line at home although I rarely use it. It was a lifesaver while I was cell phone challenged. I was especially grateful that I just put one foot in front of the other through the whole ordeal and didn’t collapse into a sobbing wreck despite the fact that there were moments I felt like it. I got a call from a young police officer the next day. He had found my credit cards near the last store where they had been used, tossed in a ditch. He was going to look at security footage from the store and was anxious to catch the thieves. It was good to know the law was on my side. Despite all the trauma and drama it actually turned out to be a pretty good very bad day.
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