So… there is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “May be,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “May be,” replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “May be,” answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “May be,” said the farmer.
“MAYBE” reprinted from: http://www.detoxifynow.com/zen_parables.html
What has this entry to do with the story above, you ask? Ah. Continue on, dear reader.
The Monday following Thanksgiving weekend, I exited our home on my way to work to see that the side gate to our property was open, blowing in the wind.
Not good. Very bad, in fact. That gate is never, ever left open. I was in a hurry, so I gave only a cursory glance about… exited the gate, got in the PTCruiser and drove to work. It was when I got home and faced the house from the rear that my blood ran cold. Our generator was gone. Our BRAND NEW generator. The one we bought in the summer, before Hurricane Irene hit Long Island. It had been sitting outside, waiting to be run out of gas before being safely stored for the winter.
I reported the theft to my insurance company, and was assured I was covered as long as I reported the theft to the police.
I reported the theft to the police, and got a complaint number.
I supplied the complaint number to my insurance company.
I received swift payment from my insurance company.
I received equally as swift a telephone call from an innocent bystander employed by my carrier. She brought news that my rate was increasing by $2,000 per year… all because of a loss for less than $700.
My heart dropped into my gut. Then, I felt empowered. I was no longer myself.
I felt the Goddess take me over, I swear, it was She… She Who Knows All. I felt that feeling you get when you drink – what?? – ummm, spiced egg-nog? rum? no – TEQUILA! It starts off smooth, hot and cold all at the same time, and runs down your throat into the pit of your stomach and you become – what?? – INVINCIBLE! No lie, I felt like I could do and say no wrong.
I spoke through my teeth. Smoothly and swiftly I pointed out that I paid life insurance premiums for 2 adults (just readjusted in December)… auto policies for 2 new motor vehicles… and home-owner and renter insurance for 5 – COUNT THEM – 5 real properties (actually 3 out of the 5 real properties, but like Bluto in Animal House when he said the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor – I was rolling)! I told her – “Cancel them all. Now.” Her response? “You can’t be serious.” My response? “Try me.”
In less than a week, ALL my rates have been REDUCED. What a gift for the new year!
On another note… to whomever stole my property, it took me awhile to think it through, and this is what I have decided.
I PITY YOU.
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As some of you may know, my homestead is called FaerieHaven. Within it’s gates, all is blessed… all is SACRED… it is one of the Homes of the Goddess. See Her there, up on my chimney? She watches over us. She loves us because we love Her. … THIS … IS … HER … LAND … !
So… to the thief – or thieves – who stole our generator (full of gas, for which we ALSO were paid by our carrier, thank you very much)… I do pity you.
You ignorant, selfish fools.
You dared tread on sacred ground with larceny in your heart(s).
You dared care more for yourself than others.
You dared confront the Goddess in all her glory.
You are doomed.
You know what? I wouldn’t blink if I read in the newspaper that someone’s generator blew up, and burned their house to the ground. I wouldn’t so much as blink.
You built your Karma, now wrap yourself in it.
Word is out, you know. I may be a white chick but I don’t live in Central Islip, New York without connections. Oh… and by the way… the neighbors across the street? They have their video-camera system on, 24/7. So… you… are… screwed.
Bring it back – full of gas – and I will ask the Goddess to forgive you. I’ll even send the check back to the carrier.
If not? Oh well. `Tis your decision to make… not mine.
So mote it be.