All my life I've been honest. I return everything that I find, glasses, money, whatever it may be. I've found purses, I've found other personal items. I've found car keys. I've ALWAYS been an extremely honest person. Never, in a million years, would I ever take anything that did not belong to me. I've been an advocate of "Practice Random Acts Of Kindness And Senseless Acts Of Beauty". I've put coins in meters that were out, I've snow shoveled strangers walkways and raked strangers leaves. I've been a good person.
My good deads continue to go un-noticed. Left my purse in my shopping cart at Wal-Mart this evening. Quinn was sleepy and throwing a fit, I thought I grabbed her cart cover with my purse, but aparentlly I missed my purse. Went right back, not even 5 minutes after I left the parking lot and the cart I used was empty, no purse. Ran inside, no one turned in a purse. Left my phone numbers and info, no call. My purse had all my pictures of Quinn, my voters regeristeration card, my license, my checkbook, my ATM card, my only cash (we never have cash, I just happened to return a defective item and got cash back, the money was for groceries and nothing more...we're totally broke), it had my social security card, my checkbook, it was a brand new Vera Bradley purse my mother in law gave me, with a Vera Bradley wallet inside, also a gift from my mother in law. Had everything in it.
I'm disgusted with humanity and I'm not seeing any point in being honest. Honesty gets me no rewards. For the first time in my life, I can understand thieves. Dishonesty gets rewarded with things. Someone dishonest took my purse and they're cashing in on my last remaning grocery money, probablly threw my pictures of Quinn away (one of which is my very only wallet picture of her, her easter picture), doing who-knows-what with my social card, license, and every other personal item I had in my purse.
I don't ask for prayers often, but I ask please for prayers for the return of my personal items. I prayed hard on my way back to Walmart, I had my mom pray hard, my husband pray hard. Maybe with more prayers my purse with all my belongings and the last of the money that we DON'T have, get returned. I want my Quinn pictures back, I can't afford to get a new license. We can't afford produce now, that cash was what we were using for produce.
I'm just sick.
Sorry for the rant. I know that prayers do miracles and I don't have the money to re-claim all my lost items. I'd appreciate some prayers. This may not seem like a big deal to some, but to me, this is a major deal.![]()
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