My two cents

This past week our bank account was hacked. We found it pretty quickly and alerted the bank. I was so angry, I could hardly think. I was consumed by anger as I have to make phone calls extra trips to the bank to fill out paperwork. Then I thought about who did this. I felt sorry for them. They must be miserable. Maybe they did not have good parents to teach them right from wrong or good influences to teach them to use there talents for good. I changed the way I thought.  Although it is a huge inconvenience for us to cancel the accounts, call our pre paid bill accounts, go without bank cards. It added extra stress, left us spending our  time fixing this inconvenience instead of relaxing with our family. I still feel sorry for them. Because I am still happy, blessed and grateful to be me. My family still loves me I have a great husband. And I was raised well. And hope to be raising my kids to be honest with there fellow men.