A man walked up to me in a crowd. He pretended to sneeze and grabbed my handbag. Then, he pointed to his lips and said “Shhhh”.
Two seconds passed. Then, I made a decision.
I had to push past a few people before I could get to him.
I looked him square in the eye, and said “THAT is mine!”
Then I grabbed the Chanel clutch and walked away.
Please hold the applause!
What I did was by no means brave or clever or fearless. I was in a rough part of town and what I did was plain stupid! Stupid and VERY out of character for me. I was blinded by impulse and motivated by the fear of losing my passport and favourite lipstick.
My friend returned from the bathroom and I said nothing to her. I was shaken but I said absolutely nothing. I just filed the experience and we went on to “enjoy” our tour of the new city we were visiting.
This week I thought about that experience again. It has been at least 5 years since it happened. But, sure enough – the file with the documented experience landed on my mental desk and I now I have to deal with it! I have decided to face my fears instead of fighting them because let’s face it, fighting is soooooo last season.
So, while I spend the next few days facing my fears, allow me to wish you honesty and bravery as you face yours.
Aluta continua, friends. The road is long (for me).