Dear Person Who Tried To Hijack Our Credit Card,

I am sorry to hear about your recent failed attempt at hijacking my credit card. I'm sure the $3000 in cold hard cash would of felt good in your hands. Too bad those tickets to "Women Of Faith" didn't pan out either. You could have probably used a weekend away. Today my husband worked 13 hours. He went 10 hours between lunch and supper. He did this so that at the end of the month, when our credit card bill comes, we can be sure and pay it off. He doesn't like to carry a balance. He's also the kind of guy that, had you simply asked, he would of tried to figure out a way to send you to that "Women of Faith" convention. I know life is hard. I've made choices I regret too. Even tonight, after doing a good job all day, I yelled at my young son. He was being difficult. But I'm the Mom. I'm all grown. I can't do that. I'd like to say that I'm not like you. But, really, what's the difference between us? Maybe not as much as I'd like to think.