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Stolen Bikes in Perspective

I can’t remember the last time something was stolen from me.  When I walked outside yesterday morning to see our missing bikes and a broken chain lock curled up on the ground, my first thought wasn’t even that they’d been swiped.  I couldn’t believe someone would steal two cheap bikes (one of which is broken) only a few feet from our front door — maybe ten feet from my bed.

What an odd feeling.

This morning, though, I listened to some news stories about the tornadoes in the Midwest.  There’s a different kind of thievery for you.  Unexplainable, devastating natural disaster — the kind of thievery that not only whisks away all of your assets, but also steals the lives of others.  In spite of all the looting that tends to follow a disaster like this, NPR reported on how people in one community used the local radio station in Joplin, MO to advertise anything they were willing to give, any information they wanted to broadcast — all things that have the basic interests of the community at heart.

One woman advertised that she had a truck full of cat food.  Another couple read aloud the name of a man on a found dog’s collar.  Another woman simply said that she had good food and a warm place to stay for anyone that needed it.

Amazing.

Rest in peace Cassandra and Dr. Manhattan (yes, the bikes had names).  May your new life in some distant pawn shop be profitable.

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