Today has been a trial. Work wasn't great. I came home to find that my dad's Harley wasn't there.
I called the local PD who dispatched an understanding officer who took a report. Assured that they have a high recovery rate because all of the police ride. I called, and dealt with the insurance company, giving them the report number.
After filing a police report, I went into the kitchen and noticed the cat sprawled out on the floor and thought nothing of it. I went back in a little a while later and nudged Kit Kat. He didn't move. I picked him up and he was cold.
I called the woman I had been dating for a sympathetic ear and she confessed that she had been banging someone else. Ouch.
Your not alone, although this does not help but there is something going on that is not right with the world. I had a tri-fecta of bad things myself lately. Stay true to yourself and take one day at a time.
I'm sorry to hear about your terrible day and the things that happened on it. Know that you are valuable and have purpose, and that things will get better. Life is about 5% what happens to us and 95% how we respond to the 5%. My advice is to accept this as a loss for now. Don't try to power through it, avoid it, or ignore it. Unless you deal with what happened now it can affect you indefinitely until you do. Vent your frustrations to God. He can handle it. Words are like swords as they speak life or death, so better to swing them aimlessly when no one else is around. Know that our losses help shape us into who we are for the rest of our lives. Sharing them with people teaches them more about who you are in moments than they usually learn in years. You will grow and get better and stronger from this than you could ever imagine. This hill will prepare you to tackle mountains with little effort. Hang in there and God bless.
They say bad stuff comes in threes; looks like you're golden going forward. I hope you get the bike back, looks like the cat went peaceably and you're better off finding out about the girl sooner than later. Still. . . .
I died in a wreck in '08. LONG rehab, lots of pain, lots of work...only to find out my (now ex-)wife was sleeping with other men while I was focused on learning to walk again, at 35 years of age.
We split. I got a new house, a new place, a new start. About a year after, I lost my 18 year old australian shepherd, who'd been with me since he was a year old.
I still miss Calvin.
I still wouldn't piss on Kim if her hair was on fire.
And I'm still in a better place than I'd ever imagined.
Life...is unpredictable. I spent 35 years trying to be one guy. Focused. "A plan". A goal. Then, on July 16, 2008...life made a left turn. I'm NOWHERE I ever expected to be...but that's not a bad thing. It's just...different.
It took me a while to understand that. And, it's OK if it takes you a while too. Just remember - ALWAYS remember - you have friends when you need them, and you can't be afraid to call on them. And...it's OK to just do it yourself sometimes.
Nietzsche: "what does not kill me, only makes me stronger".
You'll be better on the other side, for having pulled through. We're in your corner. Keep us posted on the HD recovery
Posted on Wednesday, November 05, 2014 - 10:07 am:
Now moving on to working with the insurance. They aren't hopeful that it will be recovered, but I have the option of buying it back if it's recovered after the claim is paid.
The Adjuster is saying that they go off NADA book value, plus accessories. Now looking at NADA value, it's nowhere near market value for the bike, it's lower by around $1,000.00!
Posted on Wednesday, November 05, 2014 - 10:40 am:
They stole your dad's bike, not your memories of him. I don't know if you've tried to sell a motorcycle lately but good luck getting what you think it's worth; the economy still has it a buyer's market. If the insurance company has you within $1000 of your estimated value (you can't insure sentimental value) I'd take the money and run.