So on Sunday night I was a good citizen. I volunteered five hours of my time for an organization that I have grown very fond of. I sat at the center stage of the FareStart auction and gala recording winning bidders numbers and dollar amounts. I witnessed them bring in over $1 Million in a single night. And then I went back to the volunteer room to realize that my bag had been stolen.
I was UPSET! Who would do that to an innocent volunteer. Who would want to take my bag. I was first worried about the amount of cash that I had in my wallet, my ID, and my credit and debit cards. I reported it to the Convention Center’s security and rode my scooter back to Bryan’s, finally getting quite emotionally upset. It wasn’t until after my tearful ride that I was able to think of just how much I had lost with that bag and what a hassle it would be to get it all replaced.
Everything missing:
- ID
- Credit Card
- Debit Card
- Bag from my parents
- Wallet from my aunt
- Multiple Gift Cards
- Adidas Pants
- Library Book
- Lots of cash
- Some makeup
- A pair of earrings
- Camera and SD card
- Insurance Card
- UM ID cards (sentimental)
That adds up to a lot. I’m not happy, I’m quite angry, I want to get it all back, I’m working with my Renters Insurance to hopefully be compensated for most. I’m trying to let it go and move on.
Chelsea