Initially, I became teary-eyed, in shock of someone thinking that they had a right to take what was mine, what I'd worked and paid for. I hate the act of theft. If you're stealing a piece of bread because you're hungry - fair enough, I could excuse that. But this guy was not hungry, he was probably going to sell it on for a few hundred. Also....he was Black, and this disappointed me, not to say that if he was Caucasian or Asian I'd be happier, I just figure that he's entertaining statistics and stereotypes. Anyway, I called the police (my first time) and my network provider. The phone has now been blacklisted/blocked, and I have insurance, so I'll get a new one in a few days.
So, even though I didn't catch him, I felt awesome for attempting to. At the time I knew it was dangerous. I fought off thoughts of him seriously harming me with his fists or a weapon, or stealing the rest of my possessions. Frankly, I didn't care, I couldn't let it be that easy for him, I wasn't going to let him skip down the road grinning. I even contemplated picking up something to threaten him with, but there was nothing around. This makes me wonder if I could have pursued a career in law enforcement:
(I'm no Beyonce, but I couldn't find a more attractive policewoman picture online.) Maybe...maybe. It's surprising what thoughts certain events can provoke. Two hours later, and I'm really happy, really happy. He didn't take my sunshine. For goodness sake, it was just a phone. A microchip and a lump of plastic. I never want to cry over a man made material again! Little Dragon comes to mind:
