BLOG: Looking for the best in others

I would like to think that humans are inherently good, but sometimes it’s hard.

My roommate recently had her debit card stolen and about $400 taken from the account attached to it. Now, if anyone out there can tell me how one goes about withdrawing money from an account without a pin number, please inform me, but being that nobody I know has the smarts to do so, it’s safe to say the card was stolen by someone who knew the four digit access code.

My roommate had gone to Walmart, but no one had been at the self-checkout she used, and she was 99 percent positive she put her card back in her wallet. She then came home, where I was watching a movie with two friends, one of whom knew my roommate’s pin number.

Now, we don’t have any video proof yet, but my circle of friends is convinced the card was stolen by one of our own because that’s the only plausible explanation. The police are involved, and we will soon know what really happened, but for now it’s really awkward hanging out with the girl who we all believe to be a thief.

It’s not fair of us to assume this girl has committed the crime, and we should all stop talking about it. Still, until we know for sure, it makes me wonder how someone could do something this awful and downright wrong to a friend.

No matter how tight of a jam I was in, I could never steal from or hurt a friend to get ahead. That’s my personal philosophy on why the crime rate is so low in the Midwest: we all know each other. It’s kind of hard to carjack someone when they recognize you from that school reunion you went to with your aunt, who played basketball twice with so-and-so’s granddaughter, who also knows your mom’s best friend from elementary school.

Regardless of how my situation turns out, I would sincerely hope that this is a one-time, desperate situation. I really want to believe that if our friend really did this, she had a very good reason to and I would be totally open to hearing what it was.