Oh trust me, I've cried almost all day, cried myself to sleep last night. Not only at the loss of my purse and belongings, but at humanity. And THIS is the world that I've brought my child and future child into? I cried because I felt my spirit had been broken. I cried because I felt so much hatred towards the human race. I cried because I don't have the money to replace my missing items.....then I had an amazing, life-changing breakthrew. I sat in Quinn's room while she brought me book after book and sat on my lap for 2 seconds, only to get up and grab another book and repeat over and over until I had a few stacks of books all around me. I cried at that moment because I was so sick and sad and "broken" that someone did this, and that I didn't see any rewards for all my lifetime of honesty, my things repetidally get stolen and I can't remember if I've EVER had anything retured to me, then, and I am not making this up, my little angel Quinn, came to me, hugged me (which she does ALL the time, but not often without me asking) and then patted my back with her hand as she hugged me. I really think it was God speaking to me threw Quinn. I"m not even a super religious person, but that was God in Quinn's room with me, showing me the glorious gift He granted me because I've been a good and honest person. Not only is Quinn beautiful on the outside, but she's absolutely a beautiful human being and she's got a beautiful personality and spirit. She's my reward for being a good person.
I have been crying ever since, and even typing this makes me cry. I was wrong, my good deeds have NOT gone un-noticed at all and I am only sorry I didn't see it sooner. I was looking for material items in my life as reward for being a good, honest person when if I looked deeper I would have seen that I've got something that scum that stole my purse doesn't have, nor will EVER have. It was a huge breakthrew and it was my first and most profound religious experience of my life.
I doubt I'll see my purse again but I've made peace with it. It still sickens me that anyone could do this to another human being, but I'm more blessed then they'll EVER be.
I wanted to thank you all for the prayers. If you wish, you can still pray that at least I'll get my Quinn pictures back, but I don't know that I'll ever see the purse or my belongings again. I also wanted to thank the folks who offered to help financially. You have no idea how much that means to me. This has been a life-changing experience for me. It truly has. We DON'T have extra money out of hubby's paychecks, but today my hubby took out a loan from our 401K retirement fund and we're using that to get me new ID and inhaler and the other stuff that I need.
So, phew, this has been quite an interesting day. Spent the majority of the day sobbing and doubting humanity, felt like my spirit had been 'broken' and felt no desire to be an honest person anymore, and so full of disgust and hate. The breakthrew with Quinn in her room is something I'll never forget. I think God came to me when I needed Him most, to restore my faith in humanity and to help me realize my blessings. Wowwie.
Oh, and on a slightly different note, hubby called the Democratic HQ here in our town to request a new sign and they said that EVERYONE'S had their Obama signs stolen. Aparently, a group of folks at the Republician headquarters are paying kids $1 for each Obama sign they bring in. Gee....can you say desperate?
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