By Robert K Stephen
(TORONTO, ON) – So you have had your house broken into. It is an awful feeling. A combination of anger, violation, and disgust. Hoodlums have forced their way into your castle and busted in leaving a visible mark of destruction. Usually a door forced open with a screwdriver and a mighty push.
Obviously there is a degree of infuriation at this violation of the principle that a man’s home is his castle. Your walls have been breached and, not being home and in a imposed weaponless, all is good Canadian society, you can’t protect yourself even if you were home.
You see the destruction and forced entry and make a quick inventory of what has been ransacked, despite police protocol saying to wait for a further police investigation before entering your house.
Odds are that they have gone directly to the master bedroom and taken 3-4 minutes to take what they consider to be of value. At best a police or security company response is five minutes.
The forced entry area is ugly and foreboding, but open and dumped drawers create a terrible sense of violation and anger. So much so, you may not even feel like taking stock of what has been stolen.
You may have so many pieces of jewellery, the mere task of determining what has been stolen could be a difficult task. Of course, there is an abundance of second guessing, as well.
Why was I out at the time of break and enter? Should everything be locked up in a safety deposit box? And, why bother accumulating valuables at all?
These questions and doubts will take many years to fade. You’ll no doubt be haunted for some time.
The odds are also very great the hoodlums will not be caught for some time, if at all. Some, though, eventually fuck up and be caught. But, by that time, your precious cash and jewellery will have been long gone.
Now, as a Christian, I should say let the Lord forgive if forgiveness is sought for the sin of stealing before death but, if not, you little bastards rot in hell and purgatory.
Next up, dealing with the detectives.