Justice!!!

I remember the day I got my trusty bike and bike trailer. They were sold separately and the trailer believe it or not was more money than the bike. I couldn't find one I liked anywhere in Spokane and so I ordered them from Wal-Mart.com to get the best bang for my buck. It was awesome When I didn't have a car they brightened my day, killed my legs in the process but non the less it was fantastic!

Sunday morning July 3 I was getting ready for church and Dave was showering. Through our bathroom window you can see the back yard and he noticed our landlord/upstairs neighbor was watering the lawn and than he suggested I get the girls blow up pool off the lawn so it doesn't kill it. Well... I immediately protested because of course I didn't leave it on the lawn. So than I went out to move it and my land lord was out there and as she was talking to me about how the wind blew it out there I became dumbfounded as I noticed my bike but no trailer attached to it. I was shocked... I don't think i heard anything else she said. I explained it to her and she said that was horrible, she had told me before that she has had sprinklers stolen but nothing big... and she felt bad.

I went inside and immediately told Dave and he said he was sorry than I stomped around for a couple hours and finally broke down into tears. I was mad at myself because I hadn't been locking my bike up because I was being the naive girl and thinking no one steals in Cheney, and than I was mad because I knew if I locked up my bike it wouldn't matter... I hadn't locked up the trailer. And than as I continued through the stages of grief I tried to make sense of it and accusations, and realized that it was planned because they also removed the mechanism that you have to wrench onto the bike... to hold the trailer. Than I got mad because I couldn't understand how another parent would steal from another parent...

We got to church and it was fast sunday and so I bore my testimony on how glad I was to be raised in this wonderful gospel where I know stealing is bad, and I felt sorry for who ever stole because they haven't been taught right from wrong and they have no conscious. Basically I decided who ever took it needed it more than me and whatever goes around comes around.

I didn't report it because I didn't know what good it would do, and than Tuesday evening as I was getting ready to go to a friends for a bbque my landlord told me that a friend of hers that lives in the trailer park (where my friend also lives) her neighbor just all of a sudden had a brand new bike trailer Sunday morning. So I had fuel...

As I drove to my friends I glanced around trying to see if I could see it anywhere and no luck. Than as I left my friends after dinner I noticed... a red trailer laying in someones yard upside down, and ripped to shreds on the bottom and a tire missing.

When I got home Dave advised me to report it. I called the Cheney Police Department and with in 15 min a Sergeant was at my house to write a report. I gave him the information I had and he went over to check out the trailer I had seen. He talked to the people who lived in the trailer, of the yard it was left in and they said some young boys tossed it on there lawn, and it wasn't there's. So he looked into it and about an hour later came back to my house with the trailer in his trunk and gave it back to me. He said that the boys who stole it had got caught shoplifting and were now on there way to Juvy they are 12 and 13 yr olds and said they got it from my house. He said the parents will be making restitution for what was done and said he would let me know.

So now it lies in my driveway... not locked up (who would want it now) with the base shredded and a tire missing. I won't be replacing it, I won't be repairing it. Sami got to big for it and it became hard to fold her legs into it to go anywhere. I was planning on keeping it and using it later after Sami started school and it was just me and Daphne and of course for joy rides around town for exercise... but until I have somewhere to store it I will just collect my money (whenever it comes) and buy something that can't be stolen again out of my drive-way. My bike is locked up and I ride that often when I go to fellow ward members house and enjoy the fact that, that wasn't stolen. I guess you live and learn! So grateful for my lesson learned and for the police officer that helped me out!