Reflections after mugging

About a month ago, I had a really nice day. Er, well, I had a really nice day until I was assaulted by three men in an attempted robbery. I ran and I’m ok, just a couple bruises and a headache. Although, my glasses unfortunately didn’t survive. … Anyway, it was a really nice day and I took a picture of these tulips, below, in Mt. Vernon earlier that day.

I was lucky in a lot of ways, some in my control and some not.

More than anything, I think the incident speaks to the crucial value of being in shape if you can be. First, when one of them knocked against me, I kept my balance and didn’t go to the ground. It would have gone very differently if I’d gone to the ground. I remember vividly being aware (almost single-pointedly) of just “don’t fall don’t fall don’t fall”. … my takeaway is, those ballet classes and core exercises and yoga were a worthwhile investment of my time, and one I’ll continue making.

And second, I ran fast. I have no clue how I got through or what happened right before I bolted, but I bolted and didn’t look back for the next quarter mile. I rarely run because of an old injury, but I walk something like 10-15 miles a week, at a pretty brisk pace. Apparently that was enough, and I’m gonna keep that up, too.

But with that said, a lot wasn’t in my control.

I didn’t have direct control over the more-or-less reflexive things I did or didn’t do… I have very little training on how to handle fights, and somehow I made the (right) decision to run rather than lose a 3 vs 1 fight. Many people, I’m told, mess that decision up. I didn’t have any control over the fact that they didn’t have (or maybe chose not to use) any weapons. I didn’t have control over their apparent decision to stop chasing me. I didn’t have control over the location–it was a familiar street and area for me, and once I ran I had a plan within two seconds. I got lucky in all those ways.

But most importantly, I didn’t have control over bumping into three kids looking to mug passers-by. They were just out on the prowl. I’ve never had any trouble walking that particular street before, even at night… they were just there this time. There’s literally nothing I can do to eliminate the chance of random, absurd events like this happening, no matter how many street corners I avoid. In the past few days, among other emotions, I’ve honestly laughed a few times about how absurd & random the whole thing was.

We really don’t have control over much in life. I thought I’d accepted this already, but this took it to a new level. I’m sure I’ll be mulling over this new perspective on reality for a while, and I’m curious to see if I change anything about the way I live my life.