Something of mine was stolen.

I know, I know, it happens to everyone. It just makes me really, really mad. Those were my CDs. I went to the store, and I bought them. So I thought I lived in a safer neighborhood. So I thought I had kinder neighbors. I didn't think I needed to lock my car every night. Well, my neighborhood (CD stealing aside) is NOT safe. There is no peace of mind on my quiet little suburban cul-de-sac. I have to lock my door during the day, when I'm home. You see, the safety and peace of mind in my neighborhood is dependant on one person-who happens to live next door-taking his medication. If he misses a dose, your'e likely to see an unwelcome grown man in your back yard in the middle of the night and you, of course will call the police, who will handcuff him and then unhandcuff him when his mother comes running out of the house, yelling, "He didn't take his meds! He didn't take his meds!"
The morals of this story: This world is full of sin and evil, even in cute little communities. Be safe; as unfair as it is to you and your freedom, lock your doors, and don't trust anyone . . . or just trust a few.