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When I opened the letter and read its contents confusion grabbed hold. I called the government number, the one that handles Social Security numbers.
It seemed that someone had called them and changed my address.
They wanted me to identify myself. Nothing was so scary to me than having my identity stolen. It was easy enough for someone to just call in claiming to be me and change my address.
I answered the identifying questions about my birth date, my mother, my address but the woman would not believe me and put me on hold. Some generic music played into my ear and I was fuming.
Could it be that easy to steal my identity?
And how could I fix it?
Who would do that to me?
Could it have been the man sitting next to me on the bus with the Ozzy tattoo so many years ago?
Finally after finding out that nothing I was saying about myself on the phone was getting anywhere and my anger was only making matters worse, I gathered all my papers: my birth certificate, my passport, my drivers license and drove down to the government office.
It was a total change of scene there. The people were so nice to me and told me they would investigate the problem.
They fixed my address and everything would be ok. I was never so relieved in my life to have people look at me and believed me that I was who I said.
Then a couple weeks later I went to an office to have my son’s teeth looked at. Usually I would walk in and tell the secretaries what time my appointment was. On this day the woman asked for a certain yellow folder I didn't have. Then she asked for my driver’s license. So I gave it to her. Then she said that wasn't good enough and she needed a letter with my address on it. By that time ready to scream. My son just needed his teeth looked at and what was the big deal. She was a little Mexican woman and I noticed that I was being watched by the rest of the office. I sat down and she called me over and said she wanted to ask me some more questions.
"What is your race?"
???!!! I said, "What does it look like? What race do you think I am?"
"We have to ask these questions."
"I am white! Can't you tell? When will the prejudice end?"
A few people in the office rolled their eyes in my direction.
If it's not about a white being aggravated about the Mexican population that has exploded in our community, it’s about the Mexicans who don't like the whites. It was horrible because she didn't believe me when I told her who I was and showed her my driver’s license all for a simple fluoride varnish for my son's teeth!
I was so mad that I grabbed my son by the hand and said a few choice words and walked out.
All in all, anyone can steal anything about you and claim to be someone that they are not from reading about you on the internet, from finding your mail or breaking into your email account. I despise these types of people and pray for an accounting. It is out of my hands.
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