On Friday night I woke up to a strange pounding sound. To me in my sleepy mind it sounded like someone hammering in yard sale signs. It went on for a solid minute or two and I asked Jakob what he thought it was, only he didn't wake up. After hearing it again I finally woke Jakob up and we both listed. At this point I wish I would have looked at my clock to see what time it was (it was 3:00a.m.) we heard the pounding again and then some car started and car light flicked on and they drove away. We both went back to sleep. Jakob thought, that sounds like our car... it was.
Jakob woke up to go toe the gym 2 hours later and the car was gone. Yeah, it was a bit baffling. We called the police who said that usually kids steal them, go joy riding and then dump them somewhere. So we had some hope that it may if fact be returned to us, a little worse for wear but still driveable. They also ended up taking the car seats, which aren't cheap to replace and that car had the stereo that my Daddy installed. He said "No girl should be without a radio." and he worked really hard to get that stereo to work and while I know the car would eventually die, it was a bit mad that yet again another piece of my Dad was taken away.
Well today thy found our car. Someone had lit it on fire. And while I am really just angry about the entire situation, the fact that they burnt the car just puts me over the edge. While I am grateful that at least there was nothing truly expensive or valuable in the car, and even more grateful that no one was hurt, I am still frustrated. They took our ONLY car and at a rather inconvenient time. And while we are blessed to even have a vehicle, and we are blessed that Jakob has a good job where we will be able to buy a new car without it being a great struggle, it just wasn't in the plan. Just goes to show be grateful for what you have an to follow promptings and instincts when you have them. RIP Goldilocks! You were a good car and I'm sorry your end was so violent!