>All the material stuff is superficial, the only thing of real value is you.
Our house was broken in to by youths looking for drug money. It took me a couple of years to get over the sense of not wanting to trust people.
The sense of betrayal was considerably enhanced by two factors - I was on a neighbourhood committee with the mother of one of the youths that broke in; an amount of cash was taken that belonged to a group that we volunteered with to help children on the estate from whence the youths came.
IMO the greatest harm was stealing [for a time] my trust in others.
People kept empathising with me as to how violated we must feel, how awful having people in our home. None of that mattered to us really though.
