Yesterday, Jon and I were gardening most of the morning. It was one of those days that makes us appreciate having our very own urban yard. And then it all changed. We had taken a break from putting our annuals in to go to grocery and, while we were unpacking the groceries, Jon noticed two kids messing with our fence - and his road bike was gone. Jon sprinted out the door and started chasing after the guys while I called the police. Within moments, the police were at our door and they were collecting our information. We all agreed it was unlikely we'd find the kid - or the bike - but we were pleased to see how responsive our local police are to calls. If nothing else, I figured, that was worth a bike's value to feel comforted by the response time for help.
Throughout the afternoon, Jon mourned the loss of his bike, we told Stephen how sad we were that he didn't bark like the devil at the little jerks and we felt that our innocence was stripped from under us - no longer feeling safe in our own back yard.
As Jon was heading home from work today, the detectives called him to follow up about his bike (leaving me even more awed with their attention to detail) and, while Jon was on the phone with them he happened to notice his bike. And a kid. Strolling by without a fret in mind. What are the chances? Jon told the detectives and within seconds they pulled the kid over and gave Jon his bike back.
I think there was some serious karma at work today.
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