For those who know my mom, you know she's a momma bear. I've been absolutely exhausted lately, so I turned off my alarms and decided to sleep in this morning. When I woke up at 11:00 am (whoah!), I had missed 9 phone calls. Eek! I panicked for a second, then soon found out that my mom had contacted Komo 4 News with the story of my missing Buddha. By 12:15 pm I was being interviewed by Matt Markovich (what an amazing guy). The piece will air tonight at 5:15 pm. Being as self absorbed as I am, I'm terrified. I'm sure I'll look and sound like a complete goober. Oh well. My hope is that somehow it will come across that you never know what people are going through. A silly prank, or theft, effects people. Maybe, just maybe, by getting the word out my sweet Buddha will reappear.
One more thing, I would have rather donated my sweet Buddha to a cancer fighter than have him holed up at someone's place under the cloak of darkness. He is to be loved, and cherished, and to spread happiness and joy. If I would have known that he would be stolen, I would have graciously passed him on to someone who needed him more. If we never see our Buddha again, all I can hope is that he continues to spread love, joy, happiness, and kindness in the hearts of the thieves.