I had a surprise hanging from the driver side mirror of my Kia Sedona a short time ago as I headed out to meet TJ at the summer camp bus stop. It was TJ’s Nintendo DS, which has been missing for months. Not missing, actually. Stolen.
I knew exactly when it was stolen, as well as who did it. I contacted the company whose employee was responsible for the theft, and I gave them the chance to return or replace the game device without getting the police involved. After over a month with no updates from them when I supplied the model and the name of the game that was in it when it was stolen, I was ready to call the cops. I was considering doing it tomorrow.
And now I don’t have to. My faith in humanity has been slightly restored. A thief is still a thief, but at least this thief came around eventually and did the right thing. TJ didn’t lose his progress in his Pokemon Soul Silver game, even if all of his photos were deleted from the DS. We’re guessing the thief’s child(ren) took pictures, so all of them had to be wiped. But the things that mattered most to my son – which he enumerated in a tearful video I sent to the company over a month ago – they remain intact. He doesn’t have to earn all his gym badges back or replace lost Pokemon.
I know times are tough, but no one should steal something from a child. Very grateful to have gotten the game system back, though. Anyone who has a child on the autism spectrum can only imagine what TJ has been going through without the only electronic device that belongs to him.
I didn’t even have the heart to make him read for 15 minutes before letting him play it, per our usual rules.