Someone broke into our car. They broke a rear window and a small part of my heart.
Someone broke into our car. They broke a rear window and a small part of my heart. Seeing your private stuff lying all over the parking lot makes you want to yell at someone, or hide and be cautious of every person you come across in the building.
All they took was some change, garage remote, few minor things, and a pair of inexpensive sunglasses that I had just bought. Could it have been worth it for them? Instead of attending a lunch for two friends, who just moved to the area, you spend the afternoon cleaning up shards of glass from the car. Slowly separating what you want to keep from what to toss into the trash bin. You call the auto shops to find out how much the damage would cost, and how quickly they can take a look. When the best price is an hour away and first available appointment a couple of days away, you tell yourselves that it will be fine. The car with the broken window will be safe in your unsafe parking lot. What else is there to take? You empty it of all your scattered belongings and leave it unlocked, so anyone who wants to get in doesn’t need to struggle.
As you are cleaning, you can’t help wonder what type of a person would do this? Aside from being thoughtless and having no concern for other people’s properties, they would have to be desperate, or possibly homeless. Since there was nothing that was visible in the car, they really took a chance in breaking the window to see what they could find. They also must’ve been really scared because they did it in a hurry, not even bothering to close the doors afterward. As you imagine their life, in all your fury, you try not to curse them in your mind because they probably have it bad enough as it is. You wish you could sit them down and tell them not do this because these things have a way of getting back at us karmically. And if they’re already having issues, they can’t afford any more karmic debt. You hope they come out of their current situation, and almost wish they had stolen some of the good CD’s, maybe the chants — because they need it more than you do.
You feel grateful for everyone in your life, and for constantly being wrapped in their love.
You sweep the last pile of glass into a dustpan and pick up a “smile card” that had fallen on the floor from your car. People use these to do random acts of kindness and leave the card behind to ask the recipient to pay-it-forward to others. You stop all your activity because it dawns on you that no one must have ever done a random act of kindness for this person. This person probably does not know how it feels to truly receive something. If they did, they would know the joy that an unexpected kindness brings to the heart. They would also know that it would not feel good to receive an unwarranted unkind act like this. You feel grateful for everyone in your life, and for constantly being wrapped in their love. You wonder how you and your society have contributed to this person who feels the need to break a car window to get some change. You forgive them — wholeheartedly. You wonder how you can contribute to a world where no one is lacking for what they really need.
Although your heart forgives this person, your mind is cautious and it doesn’t want to be caught off-guard again. As you enter your apartment, you make sure that the door is locked in case they took your address. You get up at night and check it once again. In your sleepiness, you decide that you will get a bolt on your door, so no one can break-in. The next day, you feel dreadful that you had this thought. You will not allow your heart to close-up and become small by something so tiny, and stupid as this. You remind yourself that this is a part of living in downtown, and this is not personal. You walk downstairs to your completely empty car, with a broken window to take it to the shop.
You are relieved to know that they have a conscience. It makes you hopeful for their future.
Out of habit, you reach for the small compartment above your head for the sunglasses. To your surprise — they are there! You do a double-take and feel them a couple of times. How could this be? You try to remember if you could be mistaken. This is just not possible because you had checked three times as you cleaned your car since they were just bought the day before. It was completely empty. And you were so disappointed that they were already gone. Maybe they accidentally took some of the smile cards and realized that there was an actual person who might miss those glasses, since that was the only personal item taken. You are relieved to know that they have a conscience. It makes you hopeful for their future.
And you wish you could reach out and give them a hug…
You feel that a hand has been extended, and an apology has been made. And you wish you could reach out and give them a hug, for a very long time, and let them know that everything will be all right. Maybe, like all of us, they’re just trying, and being human the best that they can.
Hi Guri Mehta!
Very nice reflection. I agree with your observation:
Maybe, like all of us, they’re just trying, and being human the best that they can.
We never know how people feel and how much ghosts living into them, so we try to respect them. It’s not easy but we need try. Love and compassion is better than hate.
Thanks for shanring your nice thoughts.
Thank you for reminding me how to see other beings. We’ve had a rash of bicycle thefts (garages left open) in our neighborhood and I often think, why don’t we all just get together and share our bicycles, lawn mowers, tools…things that often sit idle for days at a time.
What a lovely story with which to start my day – thank you Guri. I find it hard sometimes to get past my anger and a sense of injustice to look at the situation from the “perpetrator’s” perspective. But I have learned that doing just that can so often be an opportunity to stop and take stock of all my blessings, and find my way to compassion. And in the end? I realize the anger and fear do not benefit me, I am simply a happier person left with blessings and compassion…
Yes, Margaret. I, too, sometimes have a hard time when I feel angry at injustices; especially when the perpetrated; are defenseless beings. This website is helping me. It is my goal to move into a consistently grateful way of life. Thank you.