Okay, negativity kills. My car was broken into last night in #SanFrancisco. I fell asleep and left 2 important items in my car by accident. My bad. I know better. My window was shattered. The items were yanked. I was pissed.
The main reasons I was pissed were:
1. I had just shot an event earlier that day. One of the tapes with the event footage was in one of the 2 cases stolen. Not only was I now not going to get paid, but all the memories for the persons in the event were going to be lost. I also would never get the gig again, which I’ve done for 3 years now. Ultimately, this would just cost me money and rep. But it would mean so much more lost to the event participants. I just felt horrible about it. You can’t replace memories.
2. A piece of equipment I had borrowed from a colleague was in one of the 2 cases stolen as well. This meant I would have to explain what happened to him. It also meant he would never likely trust me again. Furthermore, I’d lose even more money on what was suppose to make me money because I’d feel absolutely obligated to pay him back.
3. I left the stuff in my car in the first place, evoking the incident. Yes, it shouldn’t happen regardless. But you have to be street smart.
Obviously, other items were stolen that were within the cases. But the above reasons are really why I was so angry. I mean, overall, none of the items were worth much to the low life individual who stole them. And they likely knew this. They don’t care though. If they can get $20 for their next hit then it’s a success.
But to me, to the people at the event, to my colleague, the items meant a great deal. This is what frustrates me beyond words, truly. The broken window sucks major. But my car can be fixed through my insurance. Hell, I might have even been able to get reimbursed for some of the items. But the reimbursement would never replace those memories, trust and future possible work lost.
As strange clouds passed overhead, after having lashed out in anger to the wind and then doing a grid search, after I spoke with some nearby homeless gentlemen and having filed my police report, as I parked to enter my girlfriend’s apartment to pack up my stuff and leave the city I now was in disagreement with, there they were. Sitting in front of my gf’s apartment complex were my cases….just chillin’. I was dumbfounded.
Whatever the reason for the thief’s abandonment of my important items, whether too heavy, not worthy enough of a quick sale, whatever, I’ll never know. And I don’t care. All I do know is I am beyond fortunate. I am beyond relieved.
Everything was intact. Nothing was even scattered….well, except for my mind.
So thankful. So thankful nothing else was stolen (a lot more could have been). So thankful to not have to worry. So thankful to not have to explain. So thankful for the positive overcoming the negative.
Just damn thankful.
Believe it. Do it. ™
Original X: Bach