I’m not a fan of the news. And to be honest with you, the only place I really get my news is Facebook. People share articles, I follow local news stations, and I read the comments on the story before I read or watch the actual news broadcast. Why? It scares me. There seems to be so much evil overshadowing the good and I hate to think that this world, this beautiful world that I wake up in every morning can be so disgusting.
Remember a few months ago, when I wrote about the crazy scam artist who ripped me off? I chalked it up as a lost and in the grand scheme of things, I wasn’t upset about the $60 gift card I gave her. I was more upset about the fact that someone had made up a story so believable, so close to home, and lied straight to my face. I will never understand how someone can do that but apparently, it’s nothing to some people.
I’m in a neighborhood watch group on Facebook and twice in the past week, people have been approached and scammed by the exact same woman who got me. Same name, similar story, and same sick and twisted plot to rob people of their money. I am so sickened by this woman that I don’t even know what to do. I know that people do this every single day but it infuriates me to know that it’s happening over and over again in my own community. To military families who may have lost someone overseas or received the exact phone call that their spouse or son or whoever is injured. The exact phone call she’s claiming to get, has happened to too many people in this community and it’s not right.
But what do you do about it? I filed a police report that day because it upset me to think that even in one of my favorite places downtown, I couldn’t feel safe. I’m not naive and I know there are scam artists everywhere. And I know that there are worse things, crimes, that happen every single day. But it just makes me so angry to think that innocent people are falling for this same scam. There has to be something we can do as a community to stop her but I’m not sure what.
When Z got to come home early, I thanked God and I attributed it to Him and karma. Maybe that whole situation was God testing me to see what I would do. And I passed. And because of it, Z was able to come home early. Or maybe it was luck, who knows. But I truly believed I was doing the right thing and being a good person. But unfortunately, I learned that not everyone is who they say they are and not everyone is a good person too. But I guess that’s a lesson we all have to learn at some point, right?
Have you ever experienced anything like this? What can I do about this one?