My wallet was stolen at a cafe a week ago. I was deep in conversation with one of my clients, and someone must have slipped a hand into my purse and taken my wallet.
This experience was about as unpleasant as having to wait for a walk signal to cross the street. Or wiping your shoes before entering a house. MAYBE even having to remember to take out the trash, but not quite as bad as taking out the recycling.
To explain my outlook on the whole thing, I refer you to great story from Dan Millmans's Way of the Peaceful Warrior that really nails it:
"An old man and his son worked a small farm, with only one horse to pull the plow. One day, the horse ran away.
'How terrible,' sympathized the neighbors. 'What bad luck.'
'Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck,' the farmer replied.
A week later, the horse returned from the mountains, leading five wild mares into the barn.
'What wonderful luck!' said the neighbors.
'Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?' answered the old man.
The next day, the son, trying to tame one of the horses, fell and broke his leg.
'How terrible. What bad luck!'
'Bad luck? Good luck?'
The army came to all the farms to take the young men for war, but the farmer's son was of no use to them, and so he was spared.
'Good? Bad?'
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