If Everything is a Lesson

And there is something to be learned in everything - what is to be learned from receiving my mail and packages torn open by rummaging stranger's hands?

I have received letters - torn open, missing then somehow someone *finds* it and asks innocently - Is this yours?
I have received packages literally torn open - every single time. Each time I ask the 2 old people who deliver the mail - why - they answer it comes in that way from Ashkelon's main post office.

So - possibilities might be -

Lesson 1 - move to a place where thieves aren't rampantly scavanging in other people's mail
Lesson 2 - decide that nothing is worth getting mind-fd over for
Lesson 3 - get a POB 10 miles away necessitating travel, bother and worry - not to mention time
Lesson 4 - next time self-send a package to self containing cat turds - and just laugh at the absurdity of it all
Lesson 5- Go over Thou Shall Not Covet a few times every day and maybe make a T-Shirt saying Thou Shall Not Covet - Ask Me!
Lesson 6 - Show compassion for the poor freaks that have to stoop so low as to rummage through other people's mail. How lowly and slovenly their souls have to be to get to that level.

See? All that's needed is some perspective about things.

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