dealing with the grief of theft
My bike was stolen on Thursday. I saw the guy stealing it but couldn't catch him. I begged him to give it back as he rode away, but he just turned and looked at me and went around the corner. I have to deal with the loss of the bike that taught me to love biking and also accept the fact that some people are capable of taking something as meaningful and wonderful as a bike. Does anyone have advice on dealing or stories of their own?