My Life Saved

Saturday! The day after the theft became a bitter lamentation of life as it is today. Am I being naive? There are countless legions of victims out there on a daily basis. Yet, until an affront comes to one personally, it is just a news brief in the local tabloid. The aftermath brings on a deluge of thoughts that permeate the mind’s eye. Loss, defeat- lends an air of tragedy and nostalgia that the victims find necessary.

For most of the day, I  busied myself  by cleaning and rearranging items towed in the trailer, allowing  thoughts to run rampant in my mental process. Was the incident a manifestation of bad karma? Have I done something wrong and now retribution has reared its ugly head?  None come specifically to mind. I try not to hurt anyone’s feelings and still make attempts, however futile to live by the golden rule. Do I have too many material possessions while much of the world has far less? Not a chance. I’ve worked long and hard for almost four decades to allow myself these pleasures. This line of thinking is just the Catholic guilt that has followed my daily steps for the good part of fifty-eight years. Was it just plain stupidity on my part? Afterall, I didn’t set the anti-theft button when we vacated the vehicle. Or was it just a plain act of fate – an incident with random victims for which there is no rhyme or reason?

I’ve learned so much from this. While I toiled away within the walls of the trailer, anticipating a Steeler win, Robin came to my assistance with not only a willing back but her knowledge of packing. But it was not that kind of help that finds me fallling in love with her again. It is her words of encouragement pervaying the feeling that once again “things will be all right”. The solace that she provides is like a bright lamp that I can always trust in the darkness.

Brutus being spared from harm has awakened in me feelings that I didn’t know existed. Sure, he is at times a pain in the butt. He has become her baby, replacing me as the central figure in her life. Plans sometimes need changed and rectified because of his mere existence. However, I didn’t realize the love I have for him when coming so close to his possible loss.

This incident has ignited all five senses into a concert or preparedness. Perhaps it has alerted us to sentry duties unrealized that will be needed for future days. Once again, I have been able to find some good, embrace lessons learned, from a disastrous day.