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I Want to Thank the Kid Who Stole My Bike

Who knows? Maybe I got the better end of the deal.

It was a beautiful evening last Thursday, so after supper I decided to go bicycling by the lake. But when I got to the garage, my bike was gone. After checking the garage and yard to make sure I hadn’t absentmindedly misplaced it, I went back to the house to call the police department.

What a pain. Anyone would be annoyed at having someone saunter into their garage and leave with their bicycle, of course, but in my case that bicycle is my only means of independent transportation. (I gave up my driver’s license a couple years ago because of my poor eyesight.)

On the upside, while the thief took my bike, he didn’t leave me entirely empty-handed. Over the past few days, I’ve been making an accounting, and here’s what I figure he added to my inventory.

First: a booster shot of humility. In the thirty-six years I’ve owned this bike (I got it for Christmas in 1986), it’s never been stolen, and in recent years I haven’t bothered to lock it. My reasoning went like this: Who is going to steal a bike they can’t ride? With the oversized frame and high seat position, you’d have to be nearly as tall as me to ride away comfortably. Also, wouldn’t any potential thief think twice about maybe being confronted by the overly large owner of that overly large bike?

As it turns out, my assumptions were wrong. Apparently, even a short teenage boy might get away at high speed on my oversized bike; whether he thought twice about me giving chase, I don’t know, but if he did, it might account for him and his two friends leaving our alley “like bats out of hell,” as my neighbor who was nearly run over by them later told me.

So, another reminder of my fallibility, even on a mundane matter. But humility is a useful virtue to have; it leaves the door open to the truth, or a more nuanced version of the truth, anyway, so I’m glad to have a little extra on hand.

Second: a reminder that for every thief among us, there are two or three selfless givers. In this case, one of those generous souls is a neighbor who, despite having plenty on her own plate, took an hour out of her day to drive me to the shed where the police keep stolen bikes they’ve found dumped in the street. Once we got there, the police officer who let us into the shed took extra time to commiserate. Another friend offered the loan of his own bike. And on and on.

By the way, if I feel humbled about my bike theft assumptions, I feel vindicated about the value of our annual neighborhood potluck. The sort of cooperation and mutual aid that I’ve seen around this theft is exactly the sort of benefit that I think comes from taking the time to get to know your neighbors. Heck, let’s call that the third thing left behind by my thieving friend: a stronger neighborhood.

Not everything the thief left behind was intangible. He also dumped another stolen bike in the alley when he took mine. My wife was already on our Winona Neighbors Helping Neighbors Facebook group posting about my bike when she saw a notice about the bike that had been dumped. An hour later, we were handing it back to the very grateful mother and brother of the kid who owned that bike. So, tick off the opportunity to help someone else as the fourth thing the bike thief left in my inventory.

Fifth: The opportunity to practice detachment from material things. In the wake of the theft, I’m both surprised and grateful that I feel so little anger, resentment, or bitterness. This spiritual freedom is its own gift, a blessing that I put down to God’s grace and my own cooperation with that grace. Given the choice between the bike and this kind of spiritual freedom, I think I’d choose the latter. The bike has its good uses for sure, but you can do a lot more good if you’re not “owned” by your possessions.

Of course, now I’m flirting with pride, so I’ll stop talking about this item.

Finally, the theft has gotten me thinking about the notion of the private ownership of goods and what a broader concept of “theft” might look like. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for the private ownership of goods: it’s more than useful to know something is going to be where you left it the next time you need it, for one thing. But at the same time, I think modern “western” culture has absolutized the principle of private ownership so much that it’s really become perverted.

The Catechism of the Catholic Church’s article about the seventh commandment (“You shall not steal”) is interesting because while asserting the legitimacy of private ownership of property “acquired or received in a just way,” it sets that right under the principle of the “universal destinatiuon of goods,” e.g., the idea that the goods of the Earth are given by God for the common good, not just the benefit of a few people. Therefore the Church is speaks less of “ownership,” but more of “stewardship.”

“The ownership of any property makes its holder a steward of Providence, with the task of making it fruitful and communicating its benefits to others,” the Catechism says. “Those who hold goods for use and consumption should use them with moderation, reserving the better part for guests, for the sick and the poor.” (The quotes from the Catechism are from paragraphs 2402 – 2405).

Examining myself in light of this broader understanding, I can see that the land upon which my garage is built was stolen from the indigenous people who for centuries used it as their summer camp. The timber used to build the garage was “stolen” in a more analogical sense from the bluffs and valleys in this area, resulting in floods, mudslides, and other ecological havoc in the 1920s and 1930s. And half the stuff in my home has a questionable provenance by this broader understanding of what it means not to steal. I think I picked up the t-shirt I’m wearing from Target for $5, for example. I didn’t walk out of the store without paying, of course, but I also know that someone is paying for the multitude of cheap goods in my house—maybe a third-world laborer working under unjust conditions, maybe the environment, maybe both.

The teenaged St. Elizabeth of Hungary was sensitive to this type of “theft.” She and her handmaids refused to eat food that came from anywhere other than her own lands because she couldn’t be sure it hadn’t been acquired unjustly. Indeed, she was probably keenly aware of the injustices the common peasants who farmed the land had to endure.

I suppose I ought to account this sixth item with the first—another dose of humility, but by another route. The kid who stole my bike wasn’t justified, and I hope he returns it, but it’s not like I obey the seventh commandment perfectly, either.

What’s the value of this accumulated inventory? Two doses of humility, a few acts of generosity, a little more solidarity with my neighbors, and a sense of spiritual freedom. And who knows what might come my way as long as I have to walk everywhere? Why, even this morning, I got to chat with a friend I hadn’t seen for a long time as I walked home from the dentist.

I don’t know, but between me and my thieving friend, I might have gotten the better deal.


NEWS

A New Family in Huff House

This past week, I was at Mayo Clinic twice: Once for my son’s second colonoscopy for his Crohn’s disease, and another time for my own consultation about cataract surgery. According to the doctor, my corrected eyesight is now solidly in “legally blind” territory: 200/20 in the left eye and 300/20 in the right. I knew my eyesight had gotten a lot worse in the past year, but if those numbers are accurate—and I’m not sure they are—then they’re much worse than I’d expected. In any case, my cataract surgery is now scheduled for October and November.

And because this newsletter is getting out late again (grr), I’m going to skip my other updates this time. See you next week!

Stay warm, stay well…


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5 Comments

  1. Jerry, I have an older road bike (good that you are familiar with old style shifters) that I will give you if you like. I have not ridden it for several years and it could use new tires. It has 27 inch wheels and it might just work for a taller person quite well. Let me know if you want it and I will deliver it. It is a Meat and is in very good shape.

    1. Ed, thanks for your generous offer — one of many, actually. Proof that there are really more good people out there, I guess. I’m currently using a neighbor’s bike that fits me well, so I will pass on your offer, but if you are looking to donate it to a good cause, both Adventure Cycle and Ski and Cotter High School accept donations of bikes to be rehabbed and given to those in need. Thanks again, and if you want to follow up, please e-mail me at windleydaoust@gmail.com.

  2. Good Morning!
    My husband and I read your letter to the editor in the 6/15/22 issue of The Winona Post last evening titled ” To the kid who stole my bike”.
    Thank you for your honesty about your situation and for the forgiveness you gave the thief.
    Stewardship, God’s unmerited Grace, are wonderous aspects of our walk in our faith in Jesus Christ.
    Just as friends, neighbors and strangers came to our rescue after the 2007 flood destroyed our home, we recognize God’s mercy and grace, in our past, our present and the hope it gives us in our future.

    Oh, so getting back to my message.
    Back in the 1970s, Eric bought a new yellow Schwinn Varsity 10 speed with 26″ wheels that we would like to give you. We did not loose that in the flood for we had given it to Eric’s brother, Fred, long ago when he needed wheels to get around too. Since it was returned to us after Fred passed away last year, we have been waiting for the opportunity to pass it on to the next person. We have not been riding bicycles for many years because of my failing eyesight so reading you comments in The Post has prompted me to read about you and write you.
    The bike also has toe clips, stainless steel fenders and a rear rack.
    We can deliver it to you, so if you would like to have it .
    Please just let us know. It is our pleasure to do so.

  3. Carol, THANK YOU for your kind offer. It really is another example of God’s grace shining through in acts of human kindness! It’s very heartening.

    Several people have offered bikes to me, in fact, and I do have one that fits me from another neighbor, actually. However, if you would like to donate your bike to someone who could use it, I have two suggestions: first, Adventure Cycle and Ski accepts donated bikes which it then passes along to those in need; and second, there is a bicycle repair class at Cotter High School that refurbishes bicycles and gives them to those in need. Our Afghan refugee resettlement group actually used this program to get good bicycles to our newly arrived Afghan refugees.

    Thanks again for reaching out in kindness, and if you would like to follow up on any of these options, my e-mail is: windleydaoust@gmail.com or my phone is 452-5399.

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