So . . ., the other day I was involved in a robbery. Well, wait, let me clear that up, I mean I was involved in trying to get what was taken back. An older woman was the victim of a purse snatching. Another woman came to me to tell me she saw a couple take a woman’s purse. It’s funny but it didn’t take me more than a few seconds to process the information. I asked where the couple went and I was told they had headed to a parking lot. I took off running and sure enough witnessed one person running while another person sat behind the wheel and yelled at the other one to hurry up.
Not having my phone (which would have been awesome in hindsight for a few reasons) or anything to write on, I stood across the aisle from the car trying to memorize the license plate, make and model of the car. I know they saw me and I realize now how silly that might have been in terms of my own safety but I was on adrenaline at that point. Stealing isn’t right in any circumstance but stealing from an ancient-looking older lady is more despicable.
I went back into the store I was at and found the woman whose purse was stolen. Apparently she was so engrossed in a book she didn’t notice her purse being stolen (?!) even though the couple were practically standing on her at one point and she did think that was odd. I told her the police were on their way and hopefully with the license plate number they could find the thieves. I tried to reassure her as best I could. Thankfully, she had her car and house keys on her as well as a cell phone.
I gave the information I had to the police as did the woman who first alerted me to the theft. Turns out I must have missed a letter or a digit because the police told me when they arrived that the plate turned up nothing. I was seriously disheartened. I want to believe in the good of people and while I know times are hard, making someone else’s life miserable to make yours better is not the way to go.
That night I thought long and hard about the incident and questioned the Universe as to why I had even been involved. What was the lesson here? To not believe people are inherently good? To discover people suck? I was confused and a bit angry.
The next morning with the whole purse snatching incident on my mind after a restless night, I asked the Universe to show me that my Faith in mankind was justified. I asked that somehow even though the police couldn’t find the car, maybe the people who committed the crime were scared when they saw me staring at their plate and threw the purse out the window somewhere nearby, or that somehow the police were able to catch the thieves.
I went back to the store surprised to learn the exact thing I hoped for had happened. The thieves did indeed toss the purse but it wasn’t the police who found it. Turns out the driver of a garbage truck spotted the purse on his early morning run. He picked it up, read the address on the drivers license and delivered it to the elderly woman. She called the store to let them know that everything was inside.
Whether it was due to guilt or something else I’m happy the thieves tossed the purse. I’m happy it was recovered by an honest person who then returned it to its owner. While I am disheartened by the act of the theft itself and wish for all the world those who did it will find a better way to earn a living, I know that losing my Faith in Humanity is not the answer.
You gotta have Faith in yourself and your fellow men and women. If you don’t what’s the point of living in this world? We are all One whether we choose to believe it or not. What happens to one of us happens to all of us and the sooner more people get this the happier we will all be.
Until then I will still Believe in all of Us.