I’ve had a remarkable number of security scares this year. One at my parents’ house and the other at my parents’-in-law’s house. Now my iffy-luck has struck again… and this time it wasn’t just a scare. My sister-in-law’s house was broken into on Tuesday night while they were at the beach. Thank God they weren’t at home at the time, but I will say that these crooks seem to have been incredibly narrow minded.

Now, criminals are not all known for their intelligence, but I guess if you manage to get away and never get caught, you’re ahead of the game. But this/these guy/guys/girl/girls was/were (wow…just…wow) very focused in their thievery. They skipped the multitudes of firearms and electronics available and went for the sentimental jewelry and prescription meds. Whoever did this makes me think they were in it for the drugs and anything they could pawn for drug money. I know my sister-in-law and her family are all very relieved that this is all the burglars took, but I find the whole situation very sad.

The younger of S-i-L’s two children has informed me multiple times since the incident ocurred that there’s a ‘hole in my house.’ S-i-L had some jewelry that was very meaningful to her stolen, and when she cries about the loss, it really isn’t about the financial aspect of it. It just hurts. Not to mention how violated they must all feel. Someone has been in their home who was not invited and been through many of their p0ssessions. At least the thief was narrowly focused on what he/she/they wanted, but I’m certain that (unless the burglar was a friend who knew their home well) they had to search for what they wanted, at least a little bit. Creepy.

And in some ways, I have a hard time ‘hating’ the thief. To me, they seem totally desperate, as if whatever drug they’re on was dictating how they behave. People make such bad choices when they are addicted to drugs. And I can’t say for certain that this wasn’t an unplanned attack (I mean, S-i-L and family haven’t spent a night away from home since April that I’m aware of), but it has that feel. Now, if any of this had happened to my home, I’m certain I wouldn’t feel even remotely sorry for the thief. But looking at it from the outside, I do have pity on anyone in a situation where they feel they must steal from others to get by.

I wonder what would get me to that point? How much lower would I have to fall before I’d be willing to steal? Just asking myself those questions helps me to see how incredibly fortunate I am. I may not have much money in the bank. I may be in desperate need of a job. My hubby may be having issues with his schooling and may not be able to work. But I’ve got a roof over my head, I’ve never once gone hungry, and I have an incredible network of family that is helping keep us supported and afloat. And thank God I’m not syphoning all of the money I have into any form of addiction. And on the other side of that coin, I’ve never been robbed (knock on wood — such superstition not two sentences from thanking God… shameful) and I don’t have children to worry about taking care of just yet.

But for S-i-L and family, this wasn’t just a security scare, this was a violation, and I hope the police find whoever did this and gets them help (and gets her jewelry back!!)!