To the thief who broke into my car the other day while I was at work, two days away from retirement: I want you to know that all you did was break the window out and steal my hangtag. That's all. You shattered the glass, but not my faith in the goodness and decency of most of mankind.
You know how you go through the dozen eggs in a carton at the Shop A Lot to make sure they're all omelet-worthy (not cracked)? Well, culling through humanity is a lot like that process. Among every few dozen good eggs, there is a bad egg here and there.
I called the guy who sold me the car. He put me right in touch with a service advisor, who got me all set up. And because our dealer - the magnificent Jones Toyota of Bel Air MD - provides free loaner service for its customers, I was given the use of a BA Dodge SUV - and that car has Sirius radio, so I got to listen to Howard Stern in the morning.
So, Mr Thief (I guess you are a male), all you stole was property and all you broke was glass. You can't steal my happiness and you can't break my spirit.
But you should read what they say about Karma!