Charity Never Faileth

As I begin this post I am very bitter, angry, upset, frustrated, and any emotion related to these. Yesterday there were signs posted on our street and the next street over saying that we can not park on our street today because of street cleaning. The 2 streets meet like a "y" and the tail of the "y" did not have any signs on it. So yesterday when I came home, I decided to "beat the rush" and get a spot there since it is still pretty close to home. Great idea right? I thought so. Well that little street leads to Euclid and on the other side is basically Cleveland slums. (To get an idea there is a gas station called Gas USA that consistently has gas prices 10-30 cents cheaper than everywhere else and they sell corned beef sandwiches inside.) When I parked there, I thought, "well I might beat the rush but my car will probably get broke into." This morning when I looked out on our street, I was surprised that no one else had my idea and that our street was still jam packed with cars. My car was still the only one on that little tail street. I asked Mark to check on it to make sure that I was really allowed to park there. He called me a minute later as he discovered that, sure enough, our car was broken into. Let me remind you of that unfortunate incident with the tree last september. Our hood is STILL smashed in and it STILL looks like a "whoopty" or a POS or whatever other derogatory name you can think of for our car. Plus it has a car seat in it. It does not look like there would be anything of real worth in that car. And there wasn't. That slimy person who broke into our car must've been real disappointed when he found a couple dollars in change in the ashtray compartment, of course it didn't stop him from taking it. Oh, and our car is really old-school. you can't open the trunk from inside the car. We don't even have a tape deck, and definitely no stereo system. So now, for a couple dollars, I can't drive my car (it's still too cold to drive it with Noah in the car with an open window). I can't go anywhere until we get it fixed. And I have to pay to replace that stupid window. I was REALLy REALLY mad when I ran outside to check out the damage. I think writing this all down has been somewhat therapeutic. Also, I was going to go check on the car right when I woke up but Mark said "let's read scriptures first." We were reading Moroni 7 about faith and charity. Mark asked "what does that mean--charity never faileth?" I was thinking all sorts of mean things about the people that live north of Euclid, about the type of people who break into poor student family cars, about the type of people who don't want to see a white person walking around their part of town. And then this scripture/conversation popped back into my mind. And I just felt sad. Sad that I thought those things. Sad that this unfortnuate thing happened to us. Sad that I didn't listen to that voice in my head when I parked my car there--that Still Small Voice. I felt my heart melt when I thought of the idea that "charity never faileth." So now instead of being mad, I'm just going to try and have charity. Sure I am still frustrated about the whole situation but it just doesn't seem that big of a deal anymore. And I'm very sorry for targeting my mean thoughts towards a specific community of people. I imagine that whoever broke into my car is a desperate person (whether they know it or not) who needs a lot more sympathy than I do. Thanks for listening. I feel better now.