Hi all,
I thought I'd check in here tonight and perhaps lend a gentle reminder to the relative fallibilities and predatory nature of human behavior.
While running errands today in Manila, preparing for our NVC phase, my wife was robbed. She lost everything: her wedding band, sapphire promise ring, necklace, earrings, watch, power bank, and AirPods. More importantly, because she was getting her NBI Sundry Card and preparing to send off applications for PCCs and CNCs to Jordan, Lebanon, and Qatar, she lost her Barangay clearance, postal ID, CFO, passports, all the information from our I-130 packet, her marriage certificate, and all the money she had pulled out of the bank to transfer fees for the PCCs and CNCs, along with her bank card and our credit cards.
Thankfully she was not hurt, which, frankly, is all I really care about. She was badly shaken, but unhurt.
Because she knew she would be in a high crime, risky area, while on the Jeepney, she apparently took off all her jewelry, including her Apple Watch, and put everything in her bag. But it was a handbag, not a backpack. She probably was targeted after she exited her bank. Because outside the bank, one girl distracted and talked to her while another girl grabbed her bag and ran. With absolutely everything in it.
I feel guilty, because in 3 years, I've almost always told her when she goes out to take someone with her: her sister, her mom, her brother, a friend. And I remind her to use a backpack, not a handbag or shoulder bag. This time, I was too complacent and distracted with work here at home, and I did not. So she left on her own, without me reinforcing "don't go if you can't take someone with you."
I'm not advocating for living in fear. Because I sure don't. When I was extorted by the Metro Police in Cabo, they have guns and could take me to jail. So I negotiated and gave them money. When five guys tried to take my wallet at my favorite mercado and taqueria, I took a bit of a beating, knocked one guy down, and nearly another before they opted for a better day and easier target, I suspect. (Funny story years later. Both those things happened on the same day, within the same hour. I left the metro police at El Centro, went to my favorite store and food truck for a manzanita and some food, and there was more trouble, just waiting for me. Bad day.) But my wife is five foot nothing and 100 pounds sopping wet, extremely introverted, and does not present as a burly, bald, probably ill-tempered, makes-eye-contact, military bearing, middle-aged dude. She's an easy target is my point.
So, for what it's worth, that was her experience today, and she's still shaking and upset, angry, and frustrated....
Be safe out there, all. Awareness of surroundings, the right accessories, and a little controlled hyper limbic activity is a good thing. My wife won't change that; her ways are ingrained, but she can be more aware and will probably take someone with her and wear a backpack from now on, leaving her other things at home. That will probably change after today, once we can get her to leave the house again. But that's another, much more private story, I suppose.
Remind your significant others to be safe.
All my best,
Jason