Tuesday, August 13, 2013
That's about how long it took me to go into walgreen's and get my daughter a birthday card before work (actually 2, Disney one and Superhero one). By the time I had come out, my bike had been stolen.
This is the third major event (I loved my bike, we went everywhere) to happen in a week's time. I just have to think there is either some Divine message I am not seeing or hearing or I am having some really, really bad karma.
I have to think that there was a greater need for someone else to take it: If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.
Could that be the message?