Last week I was an unfortunate victim of vehicle theft.
I work in Guelph, and upon going outside to get something out of my truck, I came to the realization that it was gone from where I had parked.
Rather dumbfounded, I convinced myself I had simply parked elsewhere, or that it had perhaps been towed. After a few minutes, however, the reality of the situation started to sink in, and I entered a state of complete panic.
I called my parents immediately who advised me to phone the Guelph police (seems rather obvious to call the cops first, but I was seriously losing my shit and wasn’t in the clearest mind state). I called, made a report of a stolen vehicle, and after an extremely frustrating conversation with an officer and learning there was no officer coming to my work to speak with me, I called my parents back and they came to pick me up.
Walking out of my work and realizing my truck was gone from the parking lot is probably one of the worst realizations I have had in my life. You really are in shock, and after you recognize your vehicle has been stolen, a strong sense of nausea, violation and panic becomes apparent (for me, anyway).
It didn’t really sink in until the following day, after I had failed to hear back from the police that they had found it. I posted it to Facebook and Twitter, and thanks to some really fantastic folks, the Facebook post was shared over 100 times, and the tweet was re-tweeted close to 30 times. I’m so thankful for all the help I have received in this situation, and although I likely will never see my truck again, it’s comforting to know I have some great friends and family out there who are more than willing to help.