when we get home I need to feed the baby and start making the cupcakes I hope we have enough cream cheese I also need to work on decorations and we still need to clean and then I will have to make sure we have something to eat for tonight and I wonder when all the guests will arrive I don't know if so and so is coming maybe I should email and when I get home I need to make sure the baby eats at least one veggie and...
Needless to say, I was not paying attention to my surroundings. My dad, FIL, MIL and SIL accompanied us and ran their own errands. When our shopping was done, we met at the entrance and proceeded outside. I was about 100 feet in front of my dad, who was carrying Toph (thank God). I was pushing the cart and speed walking, my purse slung over my shoulder and keys in hand. I was on a mission. Upon arriving closer to my vehicle, I remotely unlocked my door.
After hearing my doors unlock, I begin to reach into the cart to start unloading our goods. In between my car and the car to the left of us, stepped a young woman. She was half my size and was carrying a large white bag. She approached me in an aggressive manner and grabbed at my arm.
It was during this very moment that I experienced a rush of adrenaline that I had never experienced before. My heart was beating incredibly fast and my hands were shaking and I felt short of breath. I knew this girl was going to snatch my purse and in a split second, I had to figure out what I was going to do.
|You can't see it here, but my dad is 6'7.|
However, my flight instinct looked at her huge bag and told me to give her what she wanted. What she lacked in size of fists could have been made up for in the size of a blade or bullets.
Given time to think about what I could have done differently in that situation, I think of two things.
First, I should have been paying more attention. I was not focused on my surroundings. I was moving quickly but without purpose. Second, I considered fighting for a fleeting moment. I don't blame myself too hard for this because I truly believe it was born out of the intense adrenaline rush I experienced; an honest to goodness fight or flight response.
I wonder, would you know what to do if someone tried to mug you?
I found a helpful site to give you some professional insight on how to handle such at attack. I will also add a few things that people have told me:
- No material good is worth your life. Give them whatever they want.
- If you are able, throw what they want away from your body and run. They want your material goods.
- Make sure the area you are in is not only well lit, but that there are at least a couple of people there with you.
- Don't be lulled into a false sense of security that it is daylight, as I would often do. This girl attempted to mug me in broad daylight. Had it not been for my dad behind me, she would have mugged me.
- Pay attention to their face. I could tell you everything about this girl to this day because one thing I did do was look at her. Reddish brown hair, big brown eyes, full lips lined with brown liner, about 5'3, thin, wearing white pants, striped tank top, carrying large white bag.
- Not material good is worth your life. Wait, did I already put that? It's the most important one so it bears repeating.
So tell me, dear reader, what would you do?