I was robbed.

This is not the post I wanted to write. This is not how I wanted to get back into blogging. I wanted to talk about my summer; the things I had done and not yet done, the art I have begun to create again, the flight to see my parents after five years, the dates I’ve had and the men I’ve met. The things I’ve been thinking about, politcally and personally, esp. in regards to my professional future.  But today I cannot write about any of those things. Today I come to do what I never thought I would do on the internet. Today I come to ask for help.

Yesterday, I arrived home after a long Monday at work to find the window in my door busted, the frame broken and littering my kitchen floor. Soon enough I found that my computer, my hard-won Macbook Pro, was missing. 

Stolen.

Stolen, along with a cheap camera, my old blackberry, a game dvd, and my blender (the blender, but not the attchable food processor! QUE? ) The burgler also left signs of rummaging in my various drawers, tearing up my HTC Evo box, undoubtedly hoping it would be in there. That much, at least, I still have.

The loss of my computer is what gets to me most, more than any of the other stuff, more even than the violation of my personal space.  This is just the space I live in, but my computer contains everything that is me. It is–was–the only thing of value that I ever owned, and I paid for it with my own hard earned money.

You know how it is these days; everything is digital now. All my photos, from when I was a child to a few weeks ago, are in that computer.  Everything I have ever written in the last fifteen years, is on that computer.  All my notes, my drafts, my half-conceived blog posts, now gone into the ether.  My laboriously collected internet library, years in the making, gone. 

But it is not just that. That computer is my main hub for all my communication needs.  As a deaf woman, I need it to connect with and access busineses and people who have no other way besides telephones to communicate. My computer WAS my telephone. I used the relay service and even occaisonally the built in webcam to connect with people.  This touch screen HTC phone is limited. It can only do so much, yanno? Not to mention how many damn typos I make on this damn thing.

That brings me to the point of this post. If you have any money to spare, please consider helping me buy a new computer. I have created a ChipIn.com page here. Whatever you wish to give me will be tremendously appreciated.

Its been up a day now, and at the time of this writing, so many people have donated an unbeleiveable amount. I will forever be indebted to them for their generousity.  Everytime somebody donates something, no matter how little or how much, I cry a little.  I cry because it reminds me of how helpless I feel, of how dependant I am on the goodwill of others.  I cry because it reminds me that most people are good people, and that goodwill is abundant.  I cry because people I have never met except in these electronic spaces of the web, somehow feel enough for me to want to share whatever they can spare.  I cry that they do it for me, when I feel unworthy of such generousity. What have I done for any of you to be so blessed? 

But I am blessed, and I’m very greatful to all of you, those have been reading this page all these years, and those who only know me through Facebook.  Without you, my life would be a whole lot dimmer.

Thank you! And again, if you’d like to help out, even if only a few bucks, I will be very greatful.

7 thoughts on “I was robbed.

  1. There are terrible, horrible people in the world, but there are also kind and generous people too. I like to think there are more good people than bad. I’m so so sorry this happened to you. <3

  2. I’m so sorry, Rachel, and reading this just breaks my heart. I’m so glad people have reached out to give whatever they could. I wish I could give more. :( The value of what you lost is so much more than a computer, and I hate hate hate that this happened to you!

    What have you done to deserve the goodwill of your friends? My dear, you’ve been a wonderful friend to me, first of all. You’ve always been there, even when we haven’t spoken in weeks or months, you are there to talk like it was only just yesterday. You’ve been a wonderful support system, a source of laughter and cheer. You’re a wonderful, smart, awesome human being. <3

  3. I usually exhaust your senses by flapping my gums at you in the “analog” world, so I’ll make this (relatively) brief:

    You ARE worthy of such generosity! What myself and others “give” is just a small symbol of how much we all care. This is what friends do for one another. I for one think that I’m blessed with a quality friend in you, and you are the most awesome Pseudo-intellectual Hippie Artist I know (oh, wait, you’re the ONLY one I know ;) ) – J

  4. My heart dropped as I read this. I was caught by your positive attitude throughout the post and it makes me smile. You deserve all that was stolen and more! I wish I could help, but all I can offer is my prayers and hope.

  5. Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry. That seriously sucks. Did you have backup of your stuff? You’ll have that computer soon, you’re almost there and you’ll be up and bloggiing on it in no time flat.

  6. It appears I stumbled into the party a little late. I’m so sorry this happened to you, Rachel. I can certainly share the sense of violation of personal space (my car was once broken into) but I can only guess how awful it was to lose so much. I wish I would have seen this sooner and been able to pitch in and help. I don’t have much but I would have done whatever I could. Very happy to see you got your computer replaced and I hope you had back-ups tucked away somewhere! Also good to see you blogging again!

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