My parents' house got broken into today. They took all the TVs (four in all), the DVD player, my mother's mink jacket and her Coach purse. My neighbor saw a man in camoflauge running around back there the other day, so that's probably who did it.
The sad part is that my mother is the type of person that would probably have given them something if they needed it. She's the no-kid-should-ride-the-bus-take-all-my-friends-home-even-if-its-out-of-the-way type. Or the get-out-of-bed-to-help-someone type.