When it Rains, it Pours

Hey there.  I'm one upbeat guy.  For those of you that know me on a more personal level, you know that it can be pretty tough to bring me down.  Despite a lot of negativity and bad luck, I tend to pick up the pieces and pull forward with optimism.  But something happened yesterday.  A recent string of unfornate events have damaged my armor and may finally be getting to me.  I won't go into much details but I will say that my vehicle was missing after work.  Yup....  Gone.  Living in Los Angeles, something to get around on is a MUST.  I was upset, I was frustrated, I was angry, but in the end, I was down.  Not so much because of this one instance, but more because of what my daughter said to my wife after I told them the news:

My daughter asked, "Why are people always taking our stuff?"

It's been a frustrating last two years for my family and I think yesterday's incident may have pushed me over the edge.  I spent the latter part of the afternoon and early evening in a police department.  The good news?  The police have recovered my vehicle.  The bad news, I need to go to the DMV to grab all kinds of paperwork to present to the police so that the police department may release my vehicle to me.  I'm relieved that I will be getting my vehicle back, considering that when police recovers a vehicle, it's usually in less than desireable conditions.  But I do feel horrible that my daughter is beginning to feel victimized.  I dont want her to feel that way.  It just broke my heart to hear her say that.

You know, they say that when it rains, it pours.  We've had a thunderstorm or two that our family has gone through as of late.  It looks like we had a break in the clouds for a bit but that storm seems to be relentless.  No matter.  As my wife put it, we have our health and our family and we'll be ok.  We just to need to huddle up under that umbrella for a little bit longer.  Later.