Dark and Deep!!!!

So I personally feel most people have something that really bothers them deep down. Some go to counseling, some bury it deep, and some just go postal. One of my big "issues" in life is one that I pretty much just buried. It mentally surfaces often, however, it really doesn't affect my outlook on things much anymore. I have dealt with it, I have accepted it for the most part, and I have learned tremendously from it. I hate retelling a story, but I must for the sake of myself. Life is full of what if's and always will be. I apologize in advance for perhaps getting a little dark here, but as always this is my outlet. Years ago when I was in junior high school, I came home from school one day and found that my house was broken into and only my stuff was stolen. I was all alone and as realization kicked in as to who it was the pain began. My best friend from Kindergarten to seventh grade had moved to Alaska, and proceeded to start doing drugs. He came back to California, hung around my neighborhood for a bit, then broke into a few of the houses on the streets. This including stealing Christmas presents. I was in total disbelief that he could of done this to me. Everyone else seemed plausible, but not to his best friend. I never saw him again. Over the years I have googled him endlessly waiting to see something hardcore happen to him. I envisioned jail for armed robbery, or something of that nature. Growing up he had a father who, to put it politely, was not a very nice man. I used to get sent home by his mother when he came home drunk because she knew the violence would soon begin. I always felt he never had a fair shot at a good life, but at the same time, I never thought I would be a victim because of it. As time when on in life, I processed this event in different ways. I came to accept it as my learning of the true demon that drugs can be. I believe they lead to irrational behavior, immoral decisions, and worst of all, a deterioration of both ones brain and soul. I have come to be thankful at times for this event, and at times I have been bitter for the lack of trust in mankind because of it. Either way I always wondered deep down how I would feel if I ever crossed his path again. Well a few weeks ago, almost 30 years later I get home and find a friend request on Facebook from him. I think of what to do for a short while, and decided to accept. We chat for a while about how our lives have been for a night and nothing since. I never said anything about the event. It is possible he has no clue I even know, it is possible he doesn't even remember it because he was so drugged out, and it is possible it has been on his conscious for years and he was "feeling me out" to see if any anomosity was there. You see at this point there is no reason to address it. The damage is done, the property is long gone, and nothing he could say or do would change anything. At times I have wanted to thank him, and at times I have wanted the pleasure of knowing karma bit him in the rear. However, at this time, I am going to stick with the following statement. Life is filled with amazingly pleasurable moments, and life is filled with absolutely painful moments. It is how we process each of these that defines who we are. As the years have gone by, I have had a gun pressed into my neck in an armed robbery, I have had knives pulled on me twice, I have had a clerk murdered, and endless smaller yet painful events. At the same time I was married to a wonderful woman for a while, I have an amazing daughter, and I have been blessed with an incredible pair of genes. I have an amazing life, I am surrounded by wonderful people, and more than anything I understand that no matter what happens to me, this world has a lot of people, especially my daughter, whom I can bring joy to their lives. For me to dwell on any one event, or for me to give up on society would be a true shame...Something I consider far more detrimental than any one little break-in!!!!!