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It's about perspective

My morning routine is a fairly simple one. I wake up, stare at my phone, brush my hair and teeth, put on deodorant, select clothes and get on with my day.

However, this past Friday morning wasn't going to be like others prior. I walked out of my house and I could tell immediately that something was different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't until I made it to the driver side window that I realized something was incredibly wrong.

I gazed with a blank stare through my driver side window trying to put two-and-two together.

Various items were strewn about my car like I went on a vigorous cleaning binge. Frankly I don't clean my car as much as I should. Having two jobs and commuting five or six days a week does a number on my car. It actually acts more as a mobile office. I still didn't process what may have happened. Refusing to believe my suspicion I called my roommate, friends, and just about everyone that lives in my neighborhood making sure that it was a joke before I proceeded to freak out.

With each passing phone call I could feel a deep sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. My car had been broken into. Having two parents that work in the insurance business is an asset as I called them looking for guidance.

I made my way to the office within our complex and asked the office worker a few questions about who to call and what to do. She asked me which building I lived in because this hasn't been the first occurrence of theft this year.

She then proceeded to tell me that it might be a homeless individual. In another case within the complex, the individual had the opportunity to steal an iPad and a laptop but opted for a book bag and earbuds. In my case a jacket and a lunchbox were stolen.

After the discussion I took a few moments to gather my thoughts. Initially, I was mad about the incident. If it was in fact a homeless individual, I couldn't bring myself to be mad. It goes back to my sociology-101 class back at Ohio State where the professor posed the Would you steal if you were in a desperate situation?

The circumstances stink but I am praying for the individual and that things get better for them. No one should ever have to resort to stealing to improve their quality of life.

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