The feeling of vulnerability is one we all share at some points in our lives and the feeling can come from nowhere at times. Toady is one of those days for me. The day started off simple and exciting preparing to go out for the day. Today I was going to practice some self-care which I write about in this blog often. I was going to go fishing with my son and the day was off to a great start. All we had to do was get ready to pack the truck and head out. I had to re string the lines first, and then set the poles up, grab the tackle, net, and ice chest then get ready to head out. I made sure everything was ready to go loaded up and we were off. We were headed to the bait shop to get a few supplies such as live bait and some drinks. My son as usual, was asking me to buy everything under the sun. So as I was focusing on him, getting drinks, and putting all the stuff he was dragging off the shelves other plans were being made for us. This was setting up to be a normal fishing day for us.
After paying for the items we were leaving the store in order to put the drinks in the truck where we would then go to the bait shop section of the store. As I approached my truck, I noticed my tailgate was down. When I went to the tail gate to see why it was down, I immediately noticed my tackle box was missing!! Now if you are not familiar with what a tackle box is , its important. That is the storage for all the gear I will need in order to fish. When fishing, one will need many different tools and aids depending on the type of fish you are trying to catch or when your pole needs adjustments and you need to change gear and bait to have a successful catch. This one selfish action from someone made the entire trip come to an end. I spent years building my tackle and in one short minute it was gone. Inside of the box was gear from relatives, I had knives and other expensive tools, among hooks and other stuff. Not to mention I had to explain to my son why we were going back home instead of going to fish. The fact is we are all vulnerable and we never know how we are going to react when we experience it. My son and I will be fine and I will get a little bit of tackle at a time in order to rebuild.
The human condition is one that interest me and is much of the reason I truly enjoy being a therapist. As I write this, I am trying to understand what the person who stole my stuff needed the tackle for. Were they in need of fishing gear so much to feed their family? I’m not sure about that. I’m willing to bet it was just some asshole who wanted to steal something because they are an asshole. The way I see it is once the cameras at the store are reviewed, we will learn more about who the person is. At that time I will be able to have something to go off of in order to retrieve my stuff. The lesson here is not to allow myself to stress and worry about the things I can not change. I will gather more equipment over time and I will still continue to fish as I get more tackle. This blog is not as much as learning but more of informing that some people will steal anything they can for the sake of stealing. Write me with your stories of thieves and how did your story end?