So tonight as I was walking from my car up to my backdoor, I got mugged. Thats right, in my own frigging backyard I actually got mugged! Some dude walks up to me and demands my wallet. I gladly handed it over and he ran off into the night, probably never to be found. Now I get to go through the fun process of canceling all of my credit cards, getting a new drivers license and installing a security light in my back yard.
Although the police did detain two men who were walking near my neighborhood and took me to try to identify them, I felt helpless since I knew that there was no way that I would ever be able to absolutely say that one of them did it. My back yard is dark and it happened so fast that all I could come up with was a vague, generic description that would fit 80% of those men in my neighborhood.
I have such a hard time understanding how an individual can even have a thought process that is something like “I need money so I guess I can just go threaten someones life and steal theirs...”. I just don't understand how a person gets to that point in their life. All I keep thinking about is that I wish I could go back and redo those couple of minutes. I wish I would have been smart enough to pay more attention, to watch the direction he ran, to be able to tell the police something more than average height, average weight.
More than anything, I pity this person for feeling that robbery is an answer.