To those who broke into numerous storage units, including mine, on the west side of Cedar City, I want to ask you a simple question.
Do you think what you did was worth it?
Do you think that the money you receive from pawn shops, the black market, eBay or wherever else you sell your souls is worth stealing priceless, sentimental remembrances from people’s lives? Was it worth taking their furniture they got for Christmas from excited family members? Their recreational vehicles, etc., that they worked long, hard hours for, sacrificed for and many times saved for years for?
Or what about throwing away boxes of mementos that mean everything to the owners but nothing to you because there’s no money involved? Was it worth it to break their hearts like that?
Ironically, the most valuable thing of all that was stolen from those storage units was taken from you – your capacity to love. It is the only thing that really matters. It’s at the very core of all life and all happiness that lasts. It is our greatest possession. Nothing else even comes close.
As schmaltzy as all of this may sound to you, if you’ve never trusted anyone in your life, trust me on this one. It is the truth. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but the more you shut down your hearts toward others, the more practiced you become at not caring, with heartlessness becoming automatic, till you lose your ability to love and care altogether.
When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything. Just ask any prison inmate trapped in concrete hell, surrounded by others practiced in the art of not caring, who would just as soon plant a knife in your back as look at you. My late boyfriend was an ex-prisoner. You are on the same path that took them to a place like that.
Is it worth it?
P.S. Restore what you took and I will beg the police to go easy on you. (I am very persuasive.)
Janene Pearce, Cedar City