Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Why I Am Thankful That I Got Jacked

Yesterday started out so good.

Monday was an intensely long day for me so I had intentionally scheduled Tuesday to be light. The plan was to sleep in a bit and work for a few hours before my friend would meet me at my house at 10AM so we could go to Houston to pick up our guitars that were in the shop. We'd get our guitars, eat lunch, find a place to work for the afternoon, and then head back for a meeting we both had at 4PM at the church. Great plan for a great day.

The plan took off without a hitch. I spent the morning working, we left at 10AM, got our guitars, and had lunch.

We left the restaurant and walked to my truck. I unlocked the doors and we both got in. I noticed my console was open and I asked my friend if he had opened it. "Nope," he said, "Did someone break in?" Ugh! I looked in the console, nothing was missing and nothing even looked disturbed. I looked in the backseat, our guitars were still there and a few of my books. I could see behind the passenger seat and I asked my friend, "Did you bring your computer?" He said he thought so. I got out and opened the backdoor. Neither of our backpacks were in the backseat, but everything else seemed untouched. "Are you sure we brought our bags?" I asked. "Maybe we didn't," he said. I closed the back door and was about to get back in the driver's seat to call Brandi to ask her to check to see if we left the bags at home. As I reached for my door my heart sank. I noticed the lock in the handle was missing, completely gone (I'll upload a pic soon!). I knew immediately that we did bring our bags and that they were gone. As I realized what had happened I fell into shock. What else was in my bag? Why didn't they take the guitars? When was the last time I backed up my files? What personal information did I have on my Mac? Etc. I felt sick.

It was all down hill from there. We called insurance companies, the cops, Apple, talked to the restaurant, waited for the cops, called friends, tweeted, texted, tried to change passwords on online accounts via my iPhone, etc. What about my calendar? All my work? My pictures? My personal information? Identity theft? I was defeated. I felt foolish for not having established a religious routine of backing up my computer and for not password-protecting sensitive files. In my fragile state I vowed never to return to that restaurant, never to return to that city, to password protect everything, to join Mozy.com. I'm still not over this ordeal, but by grace I have grown thankful for the many subtle (and some not so subtle) blessings of this event:
  1. For better or for worse, I am thankful that I wasn't alone. I feel horrible that my friend had his computer stolen; his loss was significant. I would give anything for that not to have happened to him, but in those moments I was glad to mourn with a friend who knew exactly how I felt. As we drove away my friend half-joked, "Our friendship just jumped up a few notches!" Yes it did, John! Yes it did!
  2. It could have been a lot worse. They could have stolen our guitars; could have damaged the car more; could have taken many important papers, some books, and so many other random things of value to me. Also, if the console hadn't been opened we wouldn't have realized it for awhile and may not have known when or where it exactly happened. As it stands now, we're able to make a claim on the restaurant's insurance and will hopefully recoup much of the expense.
  3. I learned a tough lesson. A significant part of my job is content creation. I write, teach, and preach. I spend hours everyday writing, researching, making notes, etc. It is foolish and irresponsible not to consistently back-up my files and protect sensitive material. And yes, as of today, I'm a happy customer of Mozy.com.
  4. I was humbled. I'm not that important. My work is replaceable. My life does not consist of the contents of my computer. God is sovereign. This event didn't fall below his radar. He works all things for good. He has purpose and that purpose includes all people at all times ... not just me and my Word documents and Keynote files.
This event was not easy for me at all. I'm playing catch-up on months of work, scheduling, planning, writing, and research. It's a hassle to change passwords, configure email accounts, and talk to insurance adjusters. But God is good, and in the end I am thankful I got jacked.

1 comment:

  1. I'm so terribly sorry that happened to yall :( I just kept thinking that things like that don't actually happen to people I know, much less wonderful men like you two. But, I'm very encouraged by the outlooks y'all have chosen and the way y'all are handling it. If it had to happen to John, I'm glad you were the one with him. I'll be praying for you during this time of catch-up.

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