It was a typical Tuesday morning. I woke up at 7 a.m. to shower for my Linear Algebra lecture at 8 a.m. I walked out of my front door to a car-less front yard. The ironic part is that is exactly where I left my car the night before. Initially I thought one of my fraternity brothers was messing with me… upon further questioning and investigation I quickly realized that someone actually stole my car.

I am hesitant yet I feel obligated to say that I may have left the car unlocked and I may have also left the keys inside of it. *Insert “Cbob you’re an idiot” Comment Here* So at this point I knew I had to file a police report, call my insurance company, and spread the word so that if someone sees my car, they can let me know. After completing all of those tasks it escaped my control and turned into a waiting game.

The next day I got a call from the Worcester Police Department saying that they found my car on the side of the road. When I arrived everything seemed to be in tact… then I got in the car. The most shocking part, to me, was the stench. It smelled like a cigar mixed with an overturned porter potty. So after covering my nose I moved the drivers seat up to find a large kitchen knife with the emptied out contents of someone’s wallet. I quickly realized what my car had been used for… a robbery.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to do so I just drove home, turned off my car, took the keys, and locked it. I contemplated selling the car but quickly thought back to the incredible memories my brothers and me had made in it. The Golden Eagle (my Jeep) isn’t perfect and it’s been through a lot but it has gained more character in one short year than most cars will in their lifetime and that’s why he’s still sitting in the now car-full front yard.