I have Been Violated

That is how I feel, felt and have been feeling since yesterday. Elvis sang about a Burning Love, but right now I have a Burning Anger.

I have been trying to shake it, to just let go because in the grand scheme of things things could be worse. Yesterday could have been worse. When I confronted the thieves yesterday I could have been seriously hurt, but then again I could have punched him in the mouth, kicked him in the ass and thrown him headfirst into the wall.

I freely admit to being somewhat regretful for not having taken advantage of the chance to do so. My friends and family gave me a bit of a chuckle when I told them that I had a plan on how to make this work. I always have a plan and a backup for the plan. Too many years reading fiction and watching television.

Just to satisy my inner child I did a little weight lifting to see what this old man can do. I can still dumbell press 80 pounds in either hand, pull 200 on the lat-pull and curl 110 pounds. I used to be able to do far more. The 20 year-old model of Jack was a beast who worked out for hours and could have taken this 36 year-old and chewed me up into little pieces.

So what does all this mean to me? Well it means that my Taurus body still exists. I still can call upon great reserves of strength and in theory I could have taken the man turned him upside down and shaken out all of the change in his pockets. If life were a bad comedy when I grabbed him three sets of silverware, a platter and a tea set would have tumbled out followed by a big screen television. But that is not how it works.

I have been violated. We passed these people in the story several times. When we went to the police station to file a report I was able to give a decent description of them. I know that they saw that I am a father, that I have children and that is part of what makes me so fucking angry that I could spit blood.

I don’t condone stealing from stores, but if they had robbed Target it is theoretically a faceless crime. This is different. This is literally stealing food from the baby. This is looking someone in the eye and spitting on them. This takes balls and a complete disregard and disrespect for others.

You got me. You got me good and for a short time you have free rent to live in my head but I am going to push you out and forget that your sorry ass crossed my path. I began the process yesterday. When I stared in your eyes you knew that I knew you for what you are.

I cancelled my credit cards, killed the ATM, the cellphone and took care of the bank accounts. You made off with some cash and some gift cards that had been given to my children for clothing and toys.

You stole from my children and that is where the real depth of my anger lies. You have my home address, pictures of my family. If for some reason you were unable to see that you were robbing a family the pictures are there to witness your depravity.

I don’t really expect you to show up at my house, in truth I pray that you do not. As much I wish I could have shown you in person just how I feel I am glad that I did not. I do not want my family to see that there is a darker side to me. I know that they would understand that a father must protect his family and that in certain circumstances there are things that happen, but had it gone there you would have robbed my children of even more of their innocence.

And that is the real reason that I am happy that it did not happen. It is not my fear of what could have happened to me, although that does exist, it is knowing that had my son seen me in a fist fight he would have been terrified. So there is some small relief.

There is some small relief in this because in theory if it can be fixed with money it can be made right, but that is little consolation. So for now enjoy your little moment in the sun because your face is known to the police. The store has a clip of you on their tapes and they have supplied it to the police. You will be caught, you are going down.

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  1. Jack's Shack June 13, 2005 at 4:25 pm

    We are dealing with it. What is done is done, but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept.

    And the beauty of hindsight is that you can almost always find something that you could have done better.

    If karma exists these people are going to be hammered hard.

  2. Mirty June 13, 2005 at 3:56 pm

    A few months ago, on the way to a friend’s daughter’s Bat Mitzvah, we stopped at a grocery store to get a card. We were running late, and in the rush, my husband left his checkbook at the check-out counter.

    We didn’t realize the checkbook was missing and when we did, we did not remember where we could have lost it…. But we notified the bank. Then numerous checks began to get cashed – all cashed at – guess where? – that very grocery store. The bank held them.

    But the sad part is even though it would be incredibly easy to know who did it — the checkbook was left at the grocery store, all the checks were cashed at that same grocery store. It was left right at the checkout counter — no arrest was ever made.

    Frustrating. But don’t go all Chuck Norris on me, OK?

  3. Z June 13, 2005 at 3:32 pm

    I hope they ARE caught and I hope you get to have your day in court. Too scary. Cancelling everything is one thing…knowing they know where you live is another. I am so sorry this happened to you.

  4. Jack's Shack June 13, 2005 at 2:39 pm

    Thank you. Don’t know what else to say.

  5. Michael June 13, 2005 at 1:31 pm

    What a horrible thing to have to go through.

    Take Care

  6. Neil June 13, 2005 at 6:29 am

    Been following your story and I definitely feel upset for you. I was a victim of identity theft this year, but the experience of actually seeing the thieves must make it so much more personal.

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