Jessica L. Burrows
I know where you live
I was cleaning up all the trash in the neighborhood that seems to blow right down to the wooded area in front of my house*. 
Along with the usual beer cans and used condoms [parents, you really need to be aware of what your college student is doing while away from home] I uncovered this piece of discarded mail.
Armed with this name, address and account number a [not so] skilled identity thief could start opening accounts in this person’s name; stealing goods and further damaging her credit.
It only takes one search on Google to reveal a Facebook page full of personal details.
Heed this warning. Be more careful with your personal information. Purchase a shredder and use it (But do not let your trash be compromised by outdoor creatures who will leave that stuff strewn all over the neighborhood).
Honestly, I was angry and frustrated when I began writing this and had planned to post a close-up of the letter; which has a complete name, address and account number. But as I was editing this post God reminded me that would be wrong. Praise Jesus for his influence on my life!
*It is frustrating and infuriating how these residents (primarily the college students who are renting; 6 and 8 to a house) will gladly put the trash at the curb but refuse to take any responsibility for it after that. Trash bags sitting on the curb are desirable targets for stray cats and the wild animals that live in the nature preserve next door.
