Day 2 (miricales happen)

hey there, time for one of those stories that seem impossible. Well last week i went christmas shopping and had left a few girfts in my car. When i got home i had to pee so bad that i only grabbed my keys and purse and booked it inside. I forgot to come back out later that night and grab my gifts and lock up my car. now i dont live in the best area ever, but its not that bad., so when i rembered about not locking it and whatnot at 130am i decied that it would be ok till moring....well i owke up to my dad freaking out. i go to see what hes flipping out about and look out the window and my cr doors are open and theres stuff thrown everywhere out of my car. i ran out to examin what had happened and the only ting they took wher my presnets. i got soooo mad at myself! for 3 days i styed in  a horrible mood that even my boss sent me home one day. well yesterday (rght after i published my first blog) there was a knock at my door. It was an older man and a younger kid ad the older man (the dad) was holing a bag. I was home alone so i was a lttle freaking out so i opened my window to talk to them instead of the door. the boys dad found the bag of gifts hidden in his room and after some cross examintain got the truth out of his son. his son had stollen them form my car.... and they had returned my gifts! i couldnt believe it! i couldnt even stay mad at the kid, i was just thankful that they actualy got returned and that there are some good people in this world aftr all.