Torah Study Saved My Life

The last month was a banner month for our family: first a regurgitating toilet in our basement, followed by our fridge breaking down on Thanksgiving, and then the sink in our bathroom breaking. Then, finally, on 12/1/2007, was the worst of them all: my house was broken into. Here, as always, is the story.
It was Saturday night, and we were at a parent-child learning program which is held at my shul (synagogue), where we were--yes, you guessed it--learning Torah. At eight o'clock, when we returned, we found my father's office torn apart, with the contents of the fire-proof box he kept in his office spilled on the floor. In addition to that, my parents bedroom looked like a hurricane just went through it, with clothes strewn across the floor, and my mom's jewelry was missing.
The police were called, and we established that the robbers entered through a window that was displaced, and not broken, then left through a back door in our basement.
Flatly refusing to go to bed from fear, I stayed up until the detective arrived. He looked over the affected areas, found glove prints (so there was no real evidence) and, when touring through my father's office for clues, found a bag filled with most of my mom's jewelry in it.
The life-saving part of the story was that I had planned to stay home by myself and do some writing, but my parents convinced me to go. Instead, I went to study Torah. So yes, Torah study did indeed save my life. From this story, I can assess three things: G-d has a very messed up sense of humor, someone out there, probably also G-d is trying to say "Booga booga," and, hey, you know, sometimes parents are right.
As, always, your comments and aksed of and accepted, as I want to know about my readers' opinions on this.