Don’t give up the chase – career lessons from an attempted robbery
Today something happened to me that has never happened before in my 21 years of living in inner city London. Today I got robbed.
Like most people, I had always imagined that “bad things” happen at night in dark alleyways, so I didn’t give a second thought to parking my car at ten in the morning and making the short walk down to my work place in Bermondsey.
I had my phone in one hand, my handbag strapped on one shoulder and a larger bag in the other hand. I was very much aware of my surroundings – I’ve been making this journey for nearly four months now – but also very much into checking through my emails and replying to tweets as I walked (a bad habit that’s got even worse since I got my Galaxy S2 with all its great apps!).
A strange roar…
As I crossed the road I heard the strange roar of a vehicle and I looked up and saw two guys on a quad bike drive past me in the other direction. I thought it was an odd choice of vehicle, and for that time of morning, but I thought nothing more of it and carried on with my phone pre-occupation.
I heard the bike stop and turn around and the next thing I knew there was just one guy on the bike and before I had the chance to wonder where the other one had gone, I felt the second guy run up beside me on the right and snatch the phone from my hand.
No matter how much you theorise it, you never know what you’re going to do in a situation like this until it actually happens to you. There was about a millisecond from the time he took the phone to the time my mouth opened and shouted, “Give me back my phone!” and my feet started running after him.
I gave chase with every bit of strength and speed I had, even with the two bags I was carrying – I had no other thought in my head except that I needed to get my phone back!
It’s MY property!
I didn’t want the phone back because it was valuable in price; I didn’t even want it back for all the precious and sentimental pictures and videos of my life I had captured in the nine months or so of possession; no, my sole reason for wanting the phone back was simply because it was MINE! How dare this guy take MY property???!!!
That thought propelled me like a bull terrier after an ankle. Fortunately the guy was rather stocky and from the surprised look in his face as he kept turning back to see me right behind him, he hadn’t anticipated such a reaction from someone who just a few moments ago had looked just like the right kind of vulnerable target. And it appeared that neither had his crime partner who was attempting to speed away on the bike, eager not to get caught himself.
After about two minutes of hard chasing and shouting, the guy turned round, hurled some expletives at me and threw the phone at my feet before jumping back on the bike and the two of them roared off into the distance.
I got my phone back!!!
A lucky break…?
Recounting the experience to the police and my family, everyone remarked on how lucky I was that the outcome was as it was (I have my Lord Jesus Christ to thank for that!), but they also said it was risky to give chase the way I did.
In reflection, I admit that on the one hand what I did was potentially foolish – I mean, the guys could have easily had some kind of weapon, and of course no phone is worth my life…
But on the other hand, it reminded me that in life, there are some things that you can only get if you’re willing to run after it. It doesn’t matter if what you’re running after is your stolen property or the job of your dreams, if you give chase and not give up along the way, I believe that you will eventually get the desire of your heart.
Of course I’ve also learnt the lesson to be much more vigilant when I use my phone in public!
So what would you do if you were in that situation? Do you think there’s another lesson I’m missing in all this? As always, let me know your thoughts in the comments box…