It makes me mad when other people take things that don’t belong to them, whether they steal it or just take it. And it makes me mad that I have to lock up everything in my house or in my car for fear that someone will take it from me. On the way home from a family vacation one year, we stopped at a hotel in Philadelphia to stay the night. We left some of our belongings in the car and the next morning, most of it was gone, including a 35mm camera that my dad had since he was a teenager. I’m sure that camera meant a lot more to my dad than it did to the guy who took it and probably sold it for some cash.
One of the reasons people take things from others is for the sheer thrill of taking them. They feel like they are getting away with something. It’s like kids in the movies that dare each other to go into their local grocery store and put some penny candies into their pockets and run out into the street. In the next scene, they gather back at the clubhouse and take inventory of their efforts. Another reason is to exert power over someone else. They take something to get back at them or they know the person would do anything to get it back. In these cases, if they don’t get the satisfaction off of the power play from the other person, they wind up just getting rid of something that meant a lot to someone else but, in the end, really meant nothing to them.
Johnny Kidler took the watch from Mrs. Stockton because he knew it meant something to her. It fell out of her pocket, and she really didn’t want him to have it. So, that made him want it even more. She was afraid of him from the constant bullying, so he already had power over her. He didn’t need to take the watch. but he did and sells it at a flea market so he could go to the movies. Mrs. Stockton carries the guilt for the loss of the pocket watch for many years and is why she felt she needed to contact him and try and put some closure on what happened that day.
I wish that people would put themselves in someone else’s shoes before they decided to bully or physically take something from them. How would they feel if it happened to them? Asking ourselves this question is how we activate our conscience. It ultimately helps us make the right choices to do onto others as we would like them to do onto us.
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