What Having My Car Stolen Taught Me
A month ago while on my way to work my car was stolen. I left my keys in the ignition (bad idea) while throwing my trash out and on the way back to the car a guy hoped in it, smiled at me, and sped off with my things in it. My purse, my wallet, my keys, and the worst of all, my MacBook with some chapters of the book I have been working on and every assignment for grad school that had to be submitted in two weeks, were in the car. Thankfully, I was not hurt. The guy who stole my car didn’t hold a gun to head or threaten me. Still, in the matter of fifteen seconds, my entire life changed.
I spent days going over and over in my head what happened, trying to understand why this happened to me. If you know me, I am one of the most caring and selfless person you will come in contact with. Bad things are not supposed to happen to good people. I blamed myself for making such a poor decision and letting my guard down while throwing out my trash. Much worse, the guy who stole my car face haunted me in my dreams. It made me super paranoid, which I have never been. I started to panic no matter where I went, thinking someone was following me or watching me closely. I felt violated knowing someone I didn’t know knew personal things about me. You may think I am being dramatic, but the experience really traumatized me and changed the way I am and how I think.
The police found my car about a week and a half later abandoned in a parking lot. When I went to the tow yard to search the car, none of my things were in there. I became even more upset and pissed off because there were sentimental things I kept in my car and purse as a reminder to push through my hard times. Those reminders are gone and more than likely, I will never get them back. The worst part of the experience is feeling like my car doesn’t belong to me. I worked so hard to get a car on my own without any help from my mom. I took care of it like it was my child because of the sense of pride I felt having something solely on my own. To have someone take it away from me and go a joy ride after all my hard work was disheartening. I may have gotten the car back but it’s as if it’s still stolen.
The person who stole the car, however, left a bunch of their clothes and things inside, which led me to finding a clue. He left his name tag. I had a name and a place of work, so I began investigating. I became obsessed. I needed to find him in order to give me a piece of mind and so I could possibly find my things that were missing. But my obsession led me nowhere and the police did not care about helping me find him. Once the police showed no interest in helping me, I wanted to scream. I wanted so bad to be mad at God. I blamed him for not helping the person who stole my car find goodness in heart to not steal. But nobody was to blame, especially not God. He does not ever want to see his children hurt so he would never send someone to do anything to hurt them. The moment this clicked in my mind, God started to send an overflow of blessings my way. I was able to get another MacBook without breaking my pockets, I was able to finish my portfolio for grad school and get an “A” on it, and I did not have to pay one cent during the process of getting my car back. WON’T HE DO IT!!!
In any case where something is near and dear to you is stolen, the go to saying is, “you live and you learn.” In my case, I didn’t take that saying to heart. Yes, I learned not to leave my keys running in the ignition ever, to never take my Macbook to work, to always ALWAYS back my things up to iCloud, and never carry sentimental things around with you that can easily be lost or stolen. But the car-napping experience was not just about that. The lesson I learned was far more serious and that was to always trust in God and never doubt him.
Just when I thought God was punishing me for whatever reason, he gets me right together and proves me wrong. The experience, although it was a bad one, reminded me to NEVER doubt God, not even for one second. He will always come in your time of need and never let you suffer.
The bible says, “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
God, I trust you and I’m sorry for ever doubting your love for me. Thank you for keeping me safe from harm and not letting me suffer physically, financially, and emotionally from the experience. I love you.