The Stolen Coat

Last Saturday, after we dropped our daughter off at Bellville High for hockey, my husband and I went to Cape Town to pick up our son. Within the 10min or so we spent in his apartment, someone broke the small side window of the Fortuner and stole my faux fur lined coat. Nothing else, just my coat. It is possible that the person was pressed for time, however with other valuables in the car, it was rather odd. However I believe that there is a lesson in everything that happens to you. My lesson - that there are people who are cold and desperate, who would break a window and steal a coat. I have the privilege of buying a new one, others just don't. The broken window is actually more of an ordeal, seeing that neither Toyota nor the glass companies have stock. You just have to love this country. My feeling towards the burglar - I pray that he is blessed for having my coat. It is the coat that I wore December in Florence during the Biennale as well as our travels through Germany, France and England. May the energy of happy times stay in the coat and enrich the person's life. May he be warm and see only better times ahead. As for me, all is well in my world.