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Why I didn’t lose my shit when my laptop got stolen. Spoiler: All that meditation paid off.
“Even a few moments of offering lovingkindness can reconnect you with the purity of your loving heart.” — Tara Brach, American psychologist and meditation teacher
A little over a week ago, I was having coffee with my friend. (She is lovely and you should check out her art.) It was the middle of the afternoon, we were in a pretty popular coffee shop and I had my backpack next to me. Right next to my right foot.
After catching up for about an hour or so, she and I got up and went to grab our bags — except mine was nowhere to be found. I went to the bathroom to check if I had maybe left it in there but it wasn’t in there either.
I asked the staff if anyone had turned in a backpack. No, they said. My friend looked at me with somber eyes. We both knew that the bag was gone — and it wasn’t of my choosing.
I asked the staff if they had security cameras and they were kind enough to let me look at the footage. I watched as a tall, curly haired guy slowly inched my bag away from me. Then, methodically, looked at something in the cooler and then quietly walked out of the coffee shop with my bag and a few others.
The cops said he was a pro, exiting completely unnoticed.
