Well thank you! I don't know for sure... but it seemed to me like everyone I met who had their shit stolen eventually looked back on the experience as a blessing. First, for making them more aware of their surroundings, which made them more engaged with everything they were experiencing. And second, because after the initial shock and offense wears off... you realize it is just Stuff. And finally, because they then got a story about their stuff being stolen, and ANOTHER story about where they got these cool pants, and the lady they bought them from gave them her email address, and he gets a new pair sent to him every six months from her, and she's invited them to stay at her house if they are ever back in WidgyFidgystan, etc... Sometimes we need to get shocked out of our bubble to really engage with the world around us.