jujube
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She's a single mom to two, has a good job, was able to buy a home last year in a decent neighborhood.
Today, while she was at work and the kids were at school, someone kicked down the gate to her yard, smashed the patio sliding door and proceeded to clean her out of everything valuable in the house. Her valuable jewelry, electronics, collectibles, clothing, coin collections, the kids' piggy banks, their toys, all of her late mother's and grandmother's jewelry and items. Her laptop on which she keeps all her artwork (she is extremely talented) is gone. They "tossed" the whole house and dumped out storage containers to use to cart things off. Drawers pulled out and dumped everywhere. Closets ransacked.
The only thing they didn't take is the two TVs, because apparently nobody steals TVs any more according to the police. Too much trouble for what they're worth. They did, however, take her son's cherished gaming system.
The police came, did their thing, couldn't find any fingerprints and really aren't all that interested. Apparently, home invasions, unless there is physical harm done to a human, isn't a high priority for prosecution in the Seattle area any more, so the police don't make much effort. It is what it is. All the ranting in the world isn't going to change what happened.
She's traumatized, the kids are traumatized. Now she has to face the insurance company, which will, of course, balk at paying for anything. In essence, she will be screwed again.
I wish I could help her. I can help monetarily some, but there's not much I can do for her emotional state except listen when she wants to rant and say, "I know, I know....." over and over again. I'm just glad that it was only "stuff" that is gone, even if that "stuff" was valuable and important to her. I'm just glad she and the kids weren't hurt or, God forbid, killed.
I remember how "violated" I felt when my house was burglarized years ago. Luckily, the burglar didn't make off with anything because I scared him out the back door as I was coming in the front door. But he had ransacked my dresser drawers and my closets and I couldn't stand the thought that he had put his hands on my stuff. I washed clothes for days....anything he had might have touched.
Sometimes, I just lose hope for humanity.
Today, while she was at work and the kids were at school, someone kicked down the gate to her yard, smashed the patio sliding door and proceeded to clean her out of everything valuable in the house. Her valuable jewelry, electronics, collectibles, clothing, coin collections, the kids' piggy banks, their toys, all of her late mother's and grandmother's jewelry and items. Her laptop on which she keeps all her artwork (she is extremely talented) is gone. They "tossed" the whole house and dumped out storage containers to use to cart things off. Drawers pulled out and dumped everywhere. Closets ransacked.
The only thing they didn't take is the two TVs, because apparently nobody steals TVs any more according to the police. Too much trouble for what they're worth. They did, however, take her son's cherished gaming system.
The police came, did their thing, couldn't find any fingerprints and really aren't all that interested. Apparently, home invasions, unless there is physical harm done to a human, isn't a high priority for prosecution in the Seattle area any more, so the police don't make much effort. It is what it is. All the ranting in the world isn't going to change what happened.
She's traumatized, the kids are traumatized. Now she has to face the insurance company, which will, of course, balk at paying for anything. In essence, she will be screwed again.
I wish I could help her. I can help monetarily some, but there's not much I can do for her emotional state except listen when she wants to rant and say, "I know, I know....." over and over again. I'm just glad that it was only "stuff" that is gone, even if that "stuff" was valuable and important to her. I'm just glad she and the kids weren't hurt or, God forbid, killed.
I remember how "violated" I felt when my house was burglarized years ago. Luckily, the burglar didn't make off with anything because I scared him out the back door as I was coming in the front door. But he had ransacked my dresser drawers and my closets and I couldn't stand the thought that he had put his hands on my stuff. I washed clothes for days....anything he had might have touched.
Sometimes, I just lose hope for humanity.
