By Rosanne Larson, Stevensville
To the man and women driving a small white car, who stole my purse on Monday April 22. in Stevensville, I want you to know that you didn’t just take an old purse, you took my memories in my phone pictures. A picture of me and my 97-year-old uncle who I will probably never see again. Pictures of my grandchildren and more special times. I did not know how to download them. Many tears over this loss.
Thank you for turning my wallet into the post office. I had already replaced ID, credit cards, and checking accounts, and phone, but you cared enough to take my safety deposit key out of the purse and put it in the wallet and the Dairy Queen gift card from our grandchildren, to “Oma and Papa.”
But there were other things that meant something to me even though they just looked like stuff to you. I called my phone crying and offering a reward to return my phone with those precious pictures.
You see we often don’t think about how the things we do can hurt others. Did you not have parents to teach you about caring for others? Have you been hurt by others? Did you need that money for food and not know that there were people who would help you so that you didn’t think you had to steal?
If you have not been taught to “do unto others as you would want them to do unto you” you probably have not been taught of the great love that God has for His children. Christians are sinners too but knowing Jesus died to take the punishment for our sins, moves us to want to care for others. You may have seen the scripture cards in my purse, if you did then you can read them and hear God’s message to you. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.
If you want to contact me I am still at P.O. Box 430.