Wow, Tom, I'm just glad you're okay. I think you have a good perspective on it, but boy howdy if that isn't hard to come to grips with.
Not sure if it helps, but I had an experience that I suppose shares some similarities:
Some years back, my parents' neighbors called my folks and told them that, well, they weren't sure but it's possible that I just broke into their house and was now inside going through belongings. They had strong suspicions it was me—only thing was they didn't recognize the car. So the police showed up, thinking they'd maybe find me there. By the time they did, my doppelgänger was already gone. (I heard about all this long after the incident. I lived 5 hours away at the time.)
Turned out to be my cousin. From a distance, we do look similar. He broke in to steal some stuff to pawn to feed his drug habit. Probably he hit our house because he was a little familiar with the layout and its contents.
What a weird mix of emotions once I heard all this. How strange the police were looking for me without my knowing it. And as far as my cousin goes, I grew up with him. He was a genuinely nice kid. We hung out and just a little while prior, I saw him at my uncle's funeral. It's still strange to think about.
That is one weird story, James - drug addled doppelganger in the house! In the family. I found out about a second cousin a couple years ago and discovered there was a long rift in the family. We just happened to meet by chance at a beer festival. Weird, had no idea of this "rift", but now it makes sense.
Your unfortunate story of home invasion robbery also brought to mind, because of the slide projector and priceless stolen slides, Chevy Chase, in “Christmas Vacation,” sitting in the attic, watching home movies. However, your true story is heartbreaking because of the slides that can never be replaced. If you believe in Karma, maybe that’s somewhat helpful.
What a beautiful way with words, always! Your bottom line (don’t sweat the small stuff), well taken! My dear husband, Rod, used to tell me not to sweat the small stuff. I would ask him why should I quit something I’m good at 🤪😵💫🤓.
Wow, Tom, I'm just glad you're okay. I think you have a good perspective on it, but boy howdy if that isn't hard to come to grips with.
Not sure if it helps, but I had an experience that I suppose shares some similarities:
Some years back, my parents' neighbors called my folks and told them that, well, they weren't sure but it's possible that I just broke into their house and was now inside going through belongings. They had strong suspicions it was me—only thing was they didn't recognize the car. So the police showed up, thinking they'd maybe find me there. By the time they did, my doppelgänger was already gone. (I heard about all this long after the incident. I lived 5 hours away at the time.)
Turned out to be my cousin. From a distance, we do look similar. He broke in to steal some stuff to pawn to feed his drug habit. Probably he hit our house because he was a little familiar with the layout and its contents.
What a weird mix of emotions once I heard all this. How strange the police were looking for me without my knowing it. And as far as my cousin goes, I grew up with him. He was a genuinely nice kid. We hung out and just a little while prior, I saw him at my uncle's funeral. It's still strange to think about.
That is one weird story, James - drug addled doppelganger in the house! In the family. I found out about a second cousin a couple years ago and discovered there was a long rift in the family. We just happened to meet by chance at a beer festival. Weird, had no idea of this "rift", but now it makes sense.
Your unfortunate story of home invasion robbery also brought to mind, because of the slide projector and priceless stolen slides, Chevy Chase, in “Christmas Vacation,” sitting in the attic, watching home movies. However, your true story is heartbreaking because of the slides that can never be replaced. If you believe in Karma, maybe that’s somewhat helpful.
What a beautiful way with words, always! Your bottom line (don’t sweat the small stuff), well taken! My dear husband, Rod, used to tell me not to sweat the small stuff. I would ask him why should I quit something I’m good at 🤪😵💫🤓.
Thank you for the reminder!
Michelle - thanks for the message. Yes, I need to remember not to sweat it. RIP Rod. Wish I'd known him better.
Damn. The violation.
Took me awhile to come to terms with it...
We are away from home now & I’m thinking of some things we need to address. Your sharing makes a difference 😧
Sorry Tom…. That sucks