A few years ago, our car was stolen. It wasn't just an ordinary car, it was a Lexus, and the best of it's kind. It had two windows on the roof of the car, seat warmers, and we even ordered a custom-made licence plate. My dad had spent years and years saving up the money to buy it, and when he finally did, we were all excited and happy to drive in such a magnificent car. Four years later, our car was stolen. News came a few months ago that they caught the people who stole our car, and we were to go to court to ask for payment. We actually just wanted our car back, but that was impossible; they had dissembled the car, and sold the parts to different countries. Two days ago, I went with my dad to court. It started with a "peaceful" negotiation on how much the criminals would pay us. They had a lawyer, we didn't. During the negotiation, the lawyer was kissing up to my dad, saying that such an educated man would surely show some pity, and allow us to pay you less money. When the car was bought, it was 23,500,000 NT, but now, we only asked for less than half of that price, 10,000,000 NT. The lawyer said that our car wasn't worth that much now, and would only give us 2,300,000. And if that wasn't bad enough, he asked that we receive less money, since the criminals were broke. At the end, we only got 1,800,000 NT.
When we got out, I was furious. I could not believe that my dad would agree to that. After all, guilty was guilty. I did believe in second chances, but the guy stole 55 cars, and I didn't believe he deserved another chance. I fought with my dad, and we stood outside the courtroom; me telling him that he should have fought for what we deserved, and him telling me that he didn't have enough time.
Later on, I realized what my dad was trying to say. He had his own company, and he was a busy person, but not the criminals. They had all the time they needed, and they would drag this on. I could see why my dad did that, but now, I still feel a fire inside, believing that the criminals were let of too easy, that we lost so much money.
As a conclusion to this story, if I was in his shoes, I would fight for the money. I would. My dad wouldn't, but I would. He didn't have the time, yes that's true, and I do not blame him for that, but I want people to get what they deserve. I would fight for a lot of things, injustice, a person's rights, just about anything. As I said before, my quick temper has gotten me in quite some trouble, but I fight for what I believe in, and that is something that will not change about me.
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