So last night at approximately 4:44AM Jack wakes us up by barking. He NEVER does this. He's harder to wake up than a teenager on a Saturday, yet here he was in the middle of the night barking his head off. After a minute or so of barking Steven gets up and looks out our bedroom window to make sure everything was okay. Well he didn't see anything so he thought all was well. Note to self: always trust your growling dog at 4 in the morning.
|Last picture with the saw|
Well all wasn't well. Steven works in construction and when he got to work that morning at around 7 he realized 90% of his tools were missing. And that's when we figured out why Jack was barking. Someone broken in the truck and stolen $1500 worth of tools. Some of you may think it's hard to find God's plan in deplorable acts such as these but rest assured He knew what He was doing. Had Steven come to the realization that most of his very expensive Dewalt tools were missing at our house at 6:15am and awoken me, there would have been an utter meltdown in our front yard. See I'm the kind of girl who takes everything personally. When someone stole our pumpkins the day before Halloween I fell to my knees in front of our front door hysterically weeping screaming "How could they do something so mean?!?"
So thankfully Steven became aware of the situation far away from me. He, I'm sure, had some choice 4 letters words to call the person who stole it and then went into action. He called the police, filed a report, called the insurance, priced everything he was missing, cleaned his truck, called and visited local pawn shops, and is now at the store replacing what he absolutely needs to be able to work tomorrow. In that time I had called my mom crying, googled "what to do when someone breaks into your car.", and watched Ellen.
|We like saws apparently.|
But in this horrid day God showed me just how perfectly Steven and I were made for each other. I do not handle this stuff well while Steven thrives in it. He can handle a crisis better than anyone I know. I cannot imagine what I would have done had this happened and I weren't with Steven. I'm already replaying episodes of Criminal Minds through my head trying to find an episode that fits the situation. I mean I'm sure the thief is going to come back and abduct me, I'm just sure of it. So while this sucks big time that this happened and it's going to cost around $1500 to replace everything I must say I am very thankful right now. They could have broken into our home, we could have been harmed, they could have stolen the entire truck not just what was in it. Fortunately none of that occurred and we're still alive and well.
So have any of you poor souls ever had to deal with a felony sized theft before? If so what did you do? If you say check the pawn shops you have to share how you got them to help you? We haven't had any luck with them and the police said they aren't going to look. We had a few choice four letter words about that too. :)
|Jack guarding what's left of the tools.|
Update: We haven't found the tool stealing tools nor have we found the tools but we did replace mostly everything already. We were very fortunate because last Saturday Steven won $400 in a safety drawing at his company's employee appreciation dinner and then just yesterday they had their monthly meeting and did another safety drawing which he won ($120 this time.) We took the money and replaced almost everything that was stolen and we also bought a gun. I'm not the biggest fan of guns but after this Steven insisted. I pray we'll never have to use the gun (except with clay pigeons) but I have to admit it is reassuring to have. Thanks for all the prayers and kind words! I so appreciate them!