What is one of the most expensive things that you’ve ever bought?
Before starting this week my participation in #memoirmonday, I would like to thank @ericvancewalton for such a beautiful initiative and the @silverbloggers community for the real support they give us weekly to all its members, most especially to the friend @tengolotodo. Also to all of you readers. A happy and successful year to all.
Now I will begin to relate my experience and tell you what is the most expensive thing I have ever bought in my life.
Before graduating, I had been a college teacher trainer for about two or three years. The money I was earning at that time I was saving, since my parents were the ones who were paying for my college career. Of course, sometimes I would give some things to myself, but basically all the money went into my savings account. The money was even on a fixed term and I used the interest to buy whatever I wanted.
After I graduated, I had the idea of investing that money, so I started to listen to ideas. Next to my house there was a very humble boy who had “grown up” with us and at a certain moment, I don't know how, he told me that the best thing to do was to buy a cab and put it to work. I was attracted to the idea and I liked it even more when he told me that since he was unemployed, he could drive the cab. That seemed fabulous to me and I didn't think twice: I bought a white Sienna, which would serve as a cab.
For a year, the business turned out to be perfect: of what was made daily, a percentage went to the cab driver, a percentage to me and a percentage for any eventuality of the car. Since I was already working at that time, I was trying to save up to buy another cab because the business was really working out.
But one night, while I was sleeping, it was about 12 o'clock at night, we heard someone knocking on the gate. When we went out to see who it was, we saw the cab boy, shirtless and shoeless:
_They stole my car! said the boy and I felt my brain short-circuit.
Of course we made the respective reports, but there were many things that did not fit, loose ends. Likewise, to report a robbery in Venezuela is to submit to another robbery, frontal, without weapons: the robbery of the authorities who, in order to speed up any procedure and investigation, must receive a certain amount of money. Anyway, we did our best, but the Sienna never showed up. I must say that I have never, ever been very attached to money or material things and with that mentality I accepted the theft. Also with the firm belief that when God takes something from us, it is to give us better things.
After two years, one day they called my house to inform us that they had found the Sienna in another city in Venezuela and that it had been stolen. They found it because of the serial number of the engine and other parts. Of course we went to look for it. It was in a police parking lot where we had to pay a sum of money to get it out. There we were informed that the man who had the car, showed the purchase and sale papers and that supposedly the young cab driver, our neighbor, had sold it to him (here are a lot of angry and disappointed faces).
After we looked for the cab, we sold it and did not want to do any more business, especially not with neighbors. The real cost of the Sienna was not its value, but all that we suffered with its theft. The moral, trust and time cost of its loss. That is why I can say that the Sienna was very expensive for me.
The images are from my personal gallery and the text was translated with Deepl
This is my participation this week for our great friend @ericvancewalton's initiative: Memoir monday. If you want to participate, here's the link to the invitation post
