On Friday, April 4 someone entered my friend’s home in the country, just outside of Sylvan Lake, and robbed them. Not all that newsworthy.
I understand that circumstance sometimes plays a role in why a person would enter someone’s home and rob them of their valuable goods — drug addiction, financial desperation — but what they took was more than a TV and some tools.
They took items with no street value what-so-ever. They took items that meant only the world to two individuals — the homeowners. Adoption papers, a lock of hair, a letter to a daughter from her birth parents, a camera with eight years’ worth of family photos, a passed grandmother’s ring.
I can’t imagine the type of sick sociopath it takes to knowingly steal a tin full of memories and cherished personal items like this, but I hope the individual(s) who DID take these items from the home of a long-time Sylvan Lake family on Friday night, is NOT a sick sociopath.
I hope that they would feel some guilt as they open up that little box full of a mother’s and a daughter’s past. I would hope they would reconsider tossing the items away and instead, maybe return them?
Maybe to Sylvan Lake Library, the Tourist Booth on 50th Ave., a local church — the Sylvan Lake Municipal Government Building has a night-time drop box at the west entrance by the stairs. You’d look like any other member of the community paying their utility bill, but you’d be giving back the world to a family of three who are absolutely heartbroken. And restoring some faith (at least within me) in humanity.
Red Deer County