I Have Been Robbed

I live in a small city in New England.  It was an October evening.  I decided to walk to visit a friend.  There was a full moon.  There had been reports lately that one should use care when walking at night.  I reached my friends apartment, finding he was not home, I decided to start to walk home.  I passed a laundromat and remarked to a man leaning against the wall that I was going to get a washer-dryer.  I walked to a courtyard and sat on a bench deciding to admire the fool moon before walking up the hill home.  It was starting to get dark.  No one was around.  The man that was leaning on the wall at the laundromat was walking towards me  where I was sitting on the bench.  He sat down next to me.  He was six feet, about 180 pounds, long braided hair.  He started to tell me that he has a girlfriend and a part time job.  He was finding it difficult to support her and he did not get along with her family.  I asked him how old he is, “Twenty-five”, he stated.  I replied, “When I was your age it took me a while to get the things I wanted.”  I then said to him, “I think I am going to get home.”  He looked at me with blank, black eyes and said, “Before you go, I want your purse and all your money.”  I said, slowly getting up, “I don’t have any money.” I ran quickly to the end of the court, trying to decide if I should try to run to the closest bar or run home.  I stopped and turned to look where he was, and he was walking towards me, about ten feet away, when he said, “I have a knife.”  I ran quickly to the door to city hall and prayed the door was unlocked on this evening.  As I opened the door to safety, I felt him grab my purse off my shoulder and I fell to my knees inside the door.  I ran up the stairs and a man was still working in his office.  I screeched, “A man just assaulted me.  He stole my purse.” The secretary said, “We have to call the police and report it.”  The officer came, he  methodically took my picture and my report.  I asked the police officer if he would give me a ride home.  When I got in the police cruiser, I noticed the officer had a bandage on his leg.  I asked him, “What happened to you?”  He replied that he had walked in on a burglary.  I asked him if he thought I should still walk to choir rehearsal in the evening.  He said, “Yeah, we’ll be around.  People think this town will be like it was twenty or thirty years ago again.  It won’t.  People are meaner now.”  I could feel how close to death I had just been and I realised how vain I really am.  When I got home, relieved, I was now safe, I turned on the t.v. and watched the movie ‘Carrie’.  A few days later my wallet had been mailed to me by someone who found it in the bushes.   




About Maria Jolicoeur

Hello, my name is Maria Jolicoeur, I live in Norwich, Connecticut, I am a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution of 1776, Nationally, located in Washington, D.C., a State of Connecticut DAR member and locally a Faith Trumbull Chapter member, which I am the chairperson for American Heritage, Conservation, and I am the publicist. The Faith Trumbull Chapter received an award for Conservation for merit and minutes recited each at each monthly meeting. My ancestor, Basil Prather, born in Maryland, served in the militia in North Carolina in the Revolutionary War of 1776, he was married to Cloe Robinson and they had many children, their son,William, I am a direct descendant. The DAR is a woman's organization with it's members having proof of an ancestor who served in the Revolutionary of War of 1776, we promote education, patriotism, and historic preservation. I have a show, entitled, 'Let's Talk About History', through my involvement as Faith Trumbull DAR publicist, which airs every other Friday at 8:00 p.m., on channel 14(Comcast). I enjoy collection antiques and I have a few antique dolls in my doll collection. I enjoy viewing architecture. I sang in choir at church, locally, and a few arias I sang solo were; Motzart's Mass in C minor Motzart's and Handel's MESSIAH, along with Christmas carols.
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