Last night my car was broken into. It was one of at least three cars in this neighborhood, on this street, that were burglarized, probably at about four in the morning (someone heard dogs start to bark then). This is a gated community, meaning you need a code to enter, but everyone knows that's no protection.
As I stood outside waiting for the police a number of neighbors came out of their houses, each with a tale to tell. The policewoman, when she arrived, recommended that everyone get together and call on the association to do more to protect the property. The association dues are fairly high already, and I suspect a security guard, even just at night, would not add much to the cost. Probably shouldn't add anything, considering.
My car window was broken:
My satellite radio was ripped out, my glovebox opened and everything emptied, my map compartment also, and the little change I had for parking meters was of course stolen.
Worse, they got in the trunk and took two camera lenses, a good tripod, a camera bag, other camera equipment (but fortunately not the cameras themselves; they were inside), plus two boxes of emergency equipment: tools, cleaners, stuff like that, and my auto first aid kit. They probably needed the first aid kit because someone got cut while breaking into these cars. There was blood on a rock as well as on my door handle.
I am telling myself that it's only money. Money will fix this, will replace what I value, over time. Yet I still feel weepy, ready to burst into tears at any second.
The police did arrive, which at least is one good thing. Elaine tells me they wouldn't even show up for her car burglaries a couple of years ago - three of them. Perhaps it was the blood. Or the fact that at least three of us were burglarized. I have the police report number, a form to fill out with details of what was stolen. I called my insurance company and learned that they wouldn't cover anything that was stolen (I don't have a homeowners' policy - we may recall I don't have a home, for that matter, yet) and I have a $500 deductible. My insurance rate won't go up if I file a claim but it may not be worth the trouble.
I'm taking a few breaths now before I decide on my next move.
As I stood outside waiting for the police a number of neighbors came out of their houses, each with a tale to tell. The policewoman, when she arrived, recommended that everyone get together and call on the association to do more to protect the property. The association dues are fairly high already, and I suspect a security guard, even just at night, would not add much to the cost. Probably shouldn't add anything, considering.
My car window was broken:
My satellite radio was ripped out, my glovebox opened and everything emptied, my map compartment also, and the little change I had for parking meters was of course stolen.
Worse, they got in the trunk and took two camera lenses, a good tripod, a camera bag, other camera equipment (but fortunately not the cameras themselves; they were inside), plus two boxes of emergency equipment: tools, cleaners, stuff like that, and my auto first aid kit. They probably needed the first aid kit because someone got cut while breaking into these cars. There was blood on a rock as well as on my door handle.
I am telling myself that it's only money. Money will fix this, will replace what I value, over time. Yet I still feel weepy, ready to burst into tears at any second.
The police did arrive, which at least is one good thing. Elaine tells me they wouldn't even show up for her car burglaries a couple of years ago - three of them. Perhaps it was the blood. Or the fact that at least three of us were burglarized. I have the police report number, a form to fill out with details of what was stolen. I called my insurance company and learned that they wouldn't cover anything that was stolen (I don't have a homeowners' policy - we may recall I don't have a home, for that matter, yet) and I have a $500 deductible. My insurance rate won't go up if I file a claim but it may not be worth the trouble.
I'm taking a few breaths now before I decide on my next move.
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But you're ok, and that's the main thing.
Years ago my camera was stolen, with film in it. Pictures of my first child, my first baby, pictures from that first day that can never be replaced. I have still not gotten over that entirely.
It's hard right now but it will be okay.
My husband's car was broken into once, and all they took was the first aid kit. I'm still wondering about that one.
When I told the neighbors that my first aid kit was taken one of them laughed: no doubt taken to fix the wounds they'd gotten breaking in.
-Elaine
*sheesh*
(((BIG HUG)))
So sorry to hear about your breakin. It really is being violated to have that happen. I have just completed a horrendous week at work where I had no time to write anything. I have a free day today so I am catching up. I hope they took blood samples!!! And that things get back to normal soon. Love, Bid
I've been adjusting to the loss gradually. Gonna be okay, of course. But at times I feel really low, dark, empty.