Not all thieves are bad

I don't think there's to many things worse than being stolen from. No matter how big and important or small and replaceable something is, when it is taken from you without you knowing it's a horrible feeling.

I bring this up because last night my soccer bag was stolen from my front porch.

But to call myself a 'victim of crime' would be misleading to my growing audience of readers, which by the way approximately sits at a very respectable 7.

Anyway, a 'victim of crime' I'm certainly not.

You see, although I didn't realise my bag had been taken, when it was eventually returned to me nothing valuable was missing. And to my suprise, the bag was returned cleaner than what it had previously been.

All the chocolate wrappers, random bits of mud, and scrunched up pieces of strapping tape were now gone. And it also came back to me with a new can of deodorant inside.

Now I'm not sure exactly what happened in the case of "Brad's momentarily missing bag" or why people would steal my bag but not take the contents from within it, but I'm happy with how things have turned out and I certainly won't be dusting off my old magnifying glass and Sherlock Holmes coat to investigate this matter further.

If anything, this whole ordeal has encouraged me to leave more of my possessions at the mercy of thieves, or friendly borrowers as I have now come to nickname them, to see if the possessions I treasure most, which have become dirty overtime are returned to me cleaner than ever before.

So, to the friendly borrowers who took my bag and cleaned it out for me, before leaving it in a park for someone else to return so they didn't get all the credit for a selfless good deed, I thank you.

I only hope you've managed to borrow a computer from someone's house without them knowing so you can read how sincere I truly am when I offer you my thanks.

Your methods are questionable, but results unbelievable. So again, thank you friendly borrowers.