Feeling defeated

We woke up this morning at 6:30 to the sound of our doorbell ringing. I looked out front and saw a police car. (NEVER a good sign). Jeff's car window had been smashed sometime last night and they helped themselves to his property in the trunk. They took his gym bag full of half used water bottles and stinky clothes. Apparently the stench of the gym clothes got to them, as they dumped them along the road and the policeman recovered the clothes and his backpack. Fortunately he had his name in his backpack and the cop was able to find out where he lived and returned what he could find along the road. They kept the gym bag to carry all the other loot they had stolen from other cars. We have worked so hard to give our kids a good upbringing. Not to be snooty, but we live in a good neighborhood with lots of expensive houses. We live on a preserve where we have taught our kids to value nature and our environment. We leave our lights on all night. The kids lock their car doors. If they leave stuff in their car they lock it in the trunk. In the end it doesn't matter. The thieves are everywhere. It broke my heart to see the hurt in my son's eyes. Yes, the car will be fixed but the fear will live forever. This is the world we live in.