Today I came home with arms full and fumbled with my keys to unlock the door. I resented having to lock it, but we had a break-in last year. Only our laptop and a camera were stolen. I was gone less than an hour during the middle of the day. (Previously, because of our "safe" neighborhood, we usually only locked the doors when we were going to be gone all day or overnight.)
A policeman took notes and the serial numbers, etc. Our neighbors saw nothing awry. No detective came over to take fingerprints. The door had been unlocked, so it was our fault. Neither item was ever recovered; they weren't pawned locally. It was surmised that someone was just walking along, saw our empty driveway, tried the door, and took what was close at hand.
These things were replaceable, but that isn't the point. Someone invaded our home and stole from us. The police weren't helpful or encouraging. Our security had been compromised, so now we have to lock up every time we leave the house. That sucks!
Our belief in the innate goodness of others has been chipped.
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