Releasing My Hatred

My purse got stolen from my car.
It had six or seven pieces of my favorite jewelry in it.
I kept lamenting about it, angry too about the money.
I had taken six hundred dollars to my daughter’s home.
To purchase a crib, but she decided on another one, online.
So, my six hundred dollars was gone too.

I was angry; I could not stop thinking about it.
My favorite diamond infinity ring was in that purse.
For seven weeks hatred came into my heart.
Hatred toward the unknown perpetrator.
Anger that I had lost my favorite ring.
One day I asked God to let me know that someone else loved my ring.
I said “God, if they love it half as much as I did, I will let this go.”

A week later I received a letter from a sheriff in another state.
He said he had my billfold and purse. I had left it with my cane in a McDonald’s.
There was twenty dollars in my purse. Would I want him to send it to me?
He would use the money. I called him and said yes.
I knew why the perp could not go back and claim my purse.
They had left my billfold inside.
I got my infinity ring back.
It was the only piece of jewelry back.
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Hankins Avatar
August 31, 2022 at 8:26 AM
Wow. Marvelous ending to an otherwise awful event in your life. I'm hoping this is fictional.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 1, 2022 at 1:00 AM
This was a true story and I was terribly angry with Joe who threw my purse in the back window of our car while I was asleep - a HUGE beautiful purse in the back window! And talked me into going into a store and did not lock the car. I was as angry as a shark who had been eaten by a bear.
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