“Hunger makes a thief of any man.” – Pearl S. Buck
The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of sorts, from planning back-to-school, a huge work meeting prep & execution, car trouble, medical findings, family sanity checks on the kids’ extra curriculars & how much (and of what) we can actually handle, and even a long weekend mini vaca to the nearby mountain resort town that I’d never been to but now want to live in.
It’s been tiring, stressful, relaxing, panicky, joyous and crazy.
The dust begins to settle… we turn back to our standard routines… I sing my 6 year old to sleep and begin to drift off myself…
In the middle of the night it hits. With a few swift, smart, agile and adept finger clicks – my entire bank account is emptied in one fell swoop. I awaken to emails & texts from my bank telling me that I’m overdrawn. I log in to see $0.00 staring back at me.
I’m frantic. I’m crying. I’m on the phone with them as the kids are screaming about some *I$#()@! video game in the background and my husband rushes to quiet them down. It’s the 14th of the month and all my bills are due to come out of that account the following day.
The customer service agent on the phone reassures me. It’s all covered, she says, we’ll make it right.
She instructs me to get to the nearest branch ASAP – so there I am instead of at work, shutting down everything and recreating it. Making lists of what’s authorized and bleeding out all remaining funds in my possession to handle the gap from the theft through the investigative period to the point where I get my money back. Just promise to leave a little blood flowing so I can function…
My autistic 10 year old is now prepping for world’s end, assuming we’ll lose our house and have to live in a tent & grow all our food – up on the mountain at his favorite camping spot, of course. Plus, he envisions tourists because he’s planning some guided hikes or something of that nature. The 6 year old thinks there’s no Christmas, and my oldest is prepping to give me back his allowance. OH how I love these kids!
We are fine. We are well. We have been made whole again through the wonders of fraud protection and cyber-hacker security protocols. Of course, now that I’ve changed all account numbers and passwords and everything having to do with my money… I won’t be able to access it either!!
I am so grateful to the bankers, to the folks that created the systems to retrieve what was lost, to my husband for his undying support, to my friends who commiserated with me and then lifted my spirits once more. I am grateful for the opportunity to review my accounts and the security measures placed on them, after the rage-crying subsides. I am grateful that I was in a position to be able to bleed out a little to cover that gap, as I know many who are not as fortunate.
I can only pray for an unnamed someone who has lost their way, in hopes they don’t linger in darkness indefinitely.
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