I love having garage sales. This is because I consider myself the opposite of a hoarder. I am a un-hoarder. I don’t like having too much stuff. When I get new stuff, I always like to throw out the old stuff. Perhaps because for many years I lived on 97th street in Manhattan in a “bedroom” that was also built to be the storage closet for the apartment. Perhaps because I lived on tour for a bunch of years too, where all the stuff I had needed to be loaded off the bus and dragged up to my hotel to sleep each night, and then back down in the morning.
So, this story is about a garage sale I had with swoon, but not really. It was probably our 5th garage sale in 3 years. I wasn’t getting rid of anything that would be considered junk, there was clothing and purses and electronics and a video camera and all kinda of really good garage sale finds, that I had weened my very hoarder like fiance at the time to get rid of even though most people would have hung on to it.
As the garage day wore on, families began to approach my stuff with a few dollars in their hands looking for $1 clothes and toys to bring home to delight them. I felt bad charging them for my old things, hell, they needed them more than me, I just started asking them to pay for one item and then I would load up a shopping bag or two with other things that I thought they might like and hugging them and leaving them on their ways. I was feeling quite good about my goodness.
When I went to go grab my wallet to grab lunch for me and swoon, I noticed that my waller was missing out of my purse. I had placed my purse under a nearby chair after I had gone inside to grab some change for someone. After much searching and some tears, it was official. My beautiful Marc Jacobs wallet had been stolen, inside it was $700 cash, all of my normal wallet stuff and my Green Card (which I am still attempting to replace to this day.) Getting your wallet stolen is a huge pain in the butt, but my heart broke more because every single person I had seen that day at my sale has spoken to me, I had given them free things, I had offered nothing but goodness towards them.
My point is: people are not always what they seem and most of the time it’s easier to tell a lie then to tell the truth. Also, your goodness does not guarantee that only goodness will come to you. Bad stuff happens to good people, and life will be a magical, adventure filled, wonderland but it will never be fair.
This is a very hard lesson to learn.