Most
of you have probably had the experience of losing something important. Maybe it
was your wallet, your phone, or your dad’s car keys. You went through all the
stages: first the initial realization when your heart drops into your stomach,
then the panic, and finally the frantic searching.
Perhaps fewer of you have had the
experience of having something important stolen. In some ways, it is better to
have something stolen. Instead of taking responsibility for your
irresponsibility, you can pin all the blame on someone else. Your feelings of
guilt and shame for having done something so stupid can turn into anger towards
someone else. It’s always easier to fault other people than it is to fault
yourself. As nice as blame-shifting is, having something stolen from you is
also much worse than losing something in a few obvious ways. The tried-and-true
method of retracing your steps will no longer work since you do not know whose
steps to retrace. It’s harder to recover stolen things.
On Saturday I got to experience all
of these feelings. My friends and I visited the middle school cross country
meet to watch the subbies compete, and afterwards I went for a run with Aryan,
my usual running buddy. We left our things out of the way next to a traffic
cone. We figured we had little to worry about since we were in the middle of
nowhere and almost everyone had left. Just to be safe, however, we left a note
on the traffic cone which read, “Uni High XC: Went for a run, we’ll be back.
Leave this stuff here.”
After half an hour or so, the
weather started to look nasty so we headed back. When we arrived, all of our
things were gone. Aryan’s homework, wallet, clothes, and bag, along with my
wallet, my phone, and my dad’s car keys (among other miscellaneous bananas and
stuff) had vanished. We resisted the urge to panic. First we asked the two
people remaining at the course if they had seen anything. They saw nothing. We
still resisted the urge to panic. Aryan still had his phone, so we made some
phone calls. We called our coach, who must have been busy. We called my phone,
but no one answered. The sky opened up and started pouring rain. We found a
small sheltered spot and called Aryan’s parents to get a ride home.
I was not optimistic. My dad’s car
was stranded in the middle of nowhere, and I’d lost my wallet, my phone, and
everything in them. Suddenly, it hit me. I could use “find my iphone” to find
my iphone, and everything else would probably be with it. I raced to the
computer to check, and quickly located the device. It was at the offices of
Gregg Rose, a local dentist and cross country coach at St. Matthew school, my
alma mater.
I hopped in the car and sped to his
building. The door was unlocked, but the lights were off. From the far corner,
I could see light coming from under a door and hear the rumbling of a
conversation. I walked into the room to find Dr. Rose chatting with Mr. Mears,
the athletic director of St. Matthew. He took one look at me and said, “Oh, are
you here about the bananas and stuff? I was just about to send out an email.”
“Yeah,” I replied, not being able to
think of anything else to say.
“It’s outside in the bed of my truck,”
he told me.
“Ok,” I said as I walked away. It
didn’t occur to me how ridiculous the situation was. Having been in a complete
stupor, I didn’t ask him any questions, so I’m not certain what happened.
However, I will speculate about what happened and try to make as few
assumptions as possible. First, he saw our stuff lying about unattended. Not
reading the note next to it, he hauled it into the open bed of his pickup truck
and drove to his office. Perhaps he was thinking it had been left behind
accidentally, or perhaps he took it so he could keep it out of the coming rainstorm.
He must not have heard the phone ringing, since it had been tossed in the bed
of his truck. Then, he probably forgot to move the things inside, and instead
left them in the rain. Alternatively, he may have thought there was nothing
important in the two heavy bags he picked up, but instead just a bunch of
bananas. After all, he did refer to them “bananas and stuff.”
By the grace of God, all of our
stuff was unharmed, albeit a bit wet. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m still mad.
If our stuff had been left where it was, it would have been fine. We returned
well before the rain began. Thanks to what must have been a series of
bone-headed decisions, however, we instead had to track down our waterlogged
items after a stressful hour of searching. Thanks, Dr. Rose.
That does sound stressful. Did you ever wonder if he had seen the sign, and just took it as a practical joke? (because if that happened to me, I would TOTALLY assume that someone did it on purpose)
ReplyDeletethe thinking process behind the decision to take somebody stuff and just put it in you car, without even telling them where to get their stuff back is absurd. its just ridiculous.
ReplyDeletefuN fACt: I have been robbed! And it's as terrible as you describe. Mine kind of was my fault (pay attention to your surroundings not your revision email, kids), but the fear and immediate panic that comes with the realization that some unknown person is going through your stuff set in, violating your privacy—and I promptly lost my cool. Long story short, that was one of the worst days of my life and so I'm really glad that your story didn't end like mine—20$ short and sobbing on the bus. Great post, Henry!
ReplyDeletewait is this martin? if so, sorry. great post, martin!
DeleteHoly cow that sounds worse than mine! Also this is Henry but I hanged the name of the blog to confuse people
DeleteThe other day I somehow managed to throw away my wallet, within a takeout bag from Panera, so I understand the feelings of panic and shame (who puts their wallet in the trash?) that you described above. (As a side note, I located my wallet.) I really like how you told this story; it was interesting and I'm glad you found your stuff!
ReplyDeleteWow, that's quite unfortunate Henry. I think Dr. Rose had good intentions, but didn't think hard enough about what he was doing. And for the situation that his trouble caused, you were surprisingly able to keep your cool, especially as he never apologized for taking your stuff.
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