I just wrote a comment to a friend who was a victim of credit card fraud. I wrote the fact that my grandmother never locked her house a day in her life, and never took the keys out of the ignition of her car. Naively, I thought I still lived in that world. It was such a rude awakening the day after Christmas when I took my trash to the road and found my car gone.
My grandmother's town didn't even have a police department. On the odd chance something happened, they called the next town over and they sent a patrol car. My grandmother's most pressing problem as mayor of that town was getting running water to every house in town. Many people still relied on well water. They never had to deal with crime of any sort other than the out-of-towners speeding through downtown on their way to an Auburn football game.
Imagine my shock, when already numb from the holidays, I walked out to find my beloved Honda CR-V gone! The nicest car I had ever owned. I stood there a few minutes as this was all processed by my somewhat dimwitted brain. Stolen car? Here? It forever changed my virgin view on crime and punishment. No longer would I go to sleep with my keys in my front and back door. Everyone who walked by my house looked suspicious when they once looked harmless. I began to take notice of my possessions and my very acute lack of money and ability to replace them. I was a victim of one of the hardest lessons in life: that people will want and take what you have. It is a lesson I hope I don't have to learn again and that I hated to have to learn in the first place. It felt like the first time I realized there was no Santa when I caught my father bringing in the gifts midnight Christmas eve. I am 35 years old and still just becoming an adult. Let's hope my more senile years prove more forgiving. I don't think I can take many more lessons like that. It's not your grandmother's town anymore.