So some psychos stole my luggage, and a someone who sounds psycho on the phone found it.
Our phone conversations included him telling me detail by detail what was in my luggage, including the unmentionables, several reassurances that he was not crazy, and that he was looking for a new wife.
We were worried to go get it, and wanted the police to pick it up for us, which they won't do (in case you wanted to know). They wanted him to bring it to the station. When I mentioned that to him, he said he was old, didn't have a car, and was trying to do us a favor, but...
When I said we lived pretty far away and it would be hard to come get it, he said he could bring it to us.
Christian went and got it for me, paid the guy a reward, and reported him as harmless.
Yes, we got almost all of it back. Things that were gone:
brand new sandals, clothes with tags still attached, presents for various newborns and in utero children, random toiletries, and....
Don't ask me why I had sardines, but I had 2 cans of them from Zingerman's, and was dismayed to find them gone. The psychos liked the sardines I guess. But not the Nutella. I tell you, WEIRD.
I was even amazed to find that all of my school papers, the ones that had been in the zipper of the suitcase, were all stuffed into the duffel bag. I had specifically prayed to find these. And my brush. I mean, who rummages through a bunch of stuff and then actually puts stuff back in? Why not just toss it all into the trash?
Why not put the suitcase and duffel bag INTO the dumpster, instead of right beside it?
And if you find it, why do you grab them both, even if the duffel bag is totally unlabeled?
The main thing you think, when a miracle happens to you, is that Someone is paying attention.
Why the sardines?