Then I moved to Happy Valley. Once again I felt safe and once again I didn't lock our car. I learned to lock the house, but not the car. Never did anything get stolen. Pretty good odds huh?
Then we moved to Alabama. Last week we bought a bike for me. $50 dollars... a pretty good deal. We only have one lock so Allen locked the bikes up together. They have been locked right outside our front window. Well today, Allen rode his bike to school and therefore took the lock. He asked me if I wanted the bike brought inside since it wouldn't have a lock. Who needs a lock. Isn't everybody like me? I have no desire to steal someone else's bike and property... why would anyone want to steal my bike and property. I told him I thought the bike would be just fine. Well, Allen got home tonight and asked if I did something with the bike. No I said I wasn't going to bring it inside. Well apparently some people aren't like me... some people do steal bikes. That is right. My bike that we bought last week was stolen. Allen said, "too bad they got a bike with a flat tire." I now realize I am no longer in small town Oregon. I am no longer in Happy Valley. I no longer feel that safe. I thought it was good to be trusting and hope for the good in people. Now I don't know what to think.