The more I think about this, the more pissed I get.
Last week one of my sons went online to donate to cancer research, but somehow his credit card number had been stolen. Fortunately, Visa froze his card and it didn’t cost him anything other than the hassle of getting a new one.
I’m not sure if the lowlife scum who stole the credit card info ever did get the $215 worth of Mexican food he/she tried to get in Texas (my son lives in Pennsylvania). But if he/she did, I hope it didn’t sit well gastronomically.
The St. Baldrick’s Foundation for pediatric cancer research still received my son’s donation, because one of his brothers stepped in and doubled his contribution.
This happened last week, and I’ve been in slow-burn mode since.
Think about it: Someone tries to donate to St. Baldrick’s, which helps fund research to treat and potentially cure kids with cancer. Three young kids I’ve sponsored through St. Baldrick’s in the past seven years have died. Meanwhile, some “entrepreneur” figures out a way to steal my son’s identity to order a bunch of tacos.
How did this happen? We don’t know. I’m too old-school to know how to do more than manage a blog. But forget the technology for a moment. What kind of upbringing inspires someone to learn how to commit “cyber crimes” anyway?
And, at same time, trying to steal from someone trying to help cure cancer. Nice, huh?
By the way, every three seconds a child somewhere in the world is diagnosed with cancer. I suppose the identity thief was never touched by this horrific disease. Not to mention good parenting.
I would love to meet this individual, and his/her parents. What a conversation we could have!