This year I got a Christmas present that I'll remember for the rest of my life...
My car got stolen at the night of the Boxing Day.
I was pretty calm when I discovered it and proceeded to file a report at the local police station. The officer told me that whether they can find my car it's purely a matter of luck. Since I don't usually have good luck, I've pretty much thrown in the towel.
What really hurts me though isn't the resale value of my car. It's been with me for more than 10 years and has gone through many important moments in my life.
One time, I nearly got killed on the freeway because one of its tires exploded. My car turned 90 degrees and was blocking the forthcoming traffic. Very luckily, I was calm enough to put the car in reverse gear and backed off to the side of the freeway. If I've done that just three seconds late, I'm pretty sure I'd have been killed by a lethal side collision: the upcoming traffic averaged a speed of 80 mph.
And now, my car is gone, probably forever. Along with my favorite CDs that have been with me during my ups and downs all these years.
What makes losing something regrettable isn't the fact that you lose it. Instead, it's because it happens so quickly that you don't even have the chance to say goodbye.
It felt as if someone has robbed me of an important part of my memory. It felt as if a little part of my soul is eliminated forever.
I know the chance of that car thief reading this post is nearly zero. If God can hear this, please let the car thief stole whatever parts he wants and leave my car in a spot that can easily be discovered by the police. Even it's an "empty" car, I'd want to take a photo with it and say farewell...
Car thief car thief, do you realize what you've done to someone in Christmas time? And just in the last post I talked about having more trust in strangers.
What kind of world am I in?