When my grandpa gave me his old truck about 10 years ago he had left a medicine jar with about 10 dollars in quarters in it. I've always kept the tube of quarters with me especially now that he's gone. He was the last person to touch them.
Last night my daughter had left her school book in my truck and she ran out to get it. Being that she's 9 she doesn't even think to lock it and it doesn't even cross my mind. Woke up this morning and my overheard compartment was open and sunglasses were in a different place. Someone had gotten in my truck over night. The only thing they took was the bottle of quarters. I've felt sick all day about it. We live in a super nice safe neighborhood but these days that just doesn't matter. Part of me hopes they at least bought something nice and yet there other half of me hopes they used it on drugs and overdosed.