Article May 1, 1978 Issue

I was walking alone on a side lane

Jean Moulton Immerwahr with contributions from George E. Immerwahr

I was walking alone on a side lane just before Christmas, 1975. Most unexpectedly, a person riding a cycle approached swiftly from behind me and grabbed the handle of my purse. I felt rather than saw what was happening and instinctively tightened my grip. As he pulled, my arm was extended with the bag; I fell, and the handle of the bag broke. The thief pedaled away empty-handed, vanishing so quickly that I never saw him. The whole incident couldn't have lasted as long as a minute.

I rested a moment on the ground before attempting to get up, endeavoring to fill my thoughts with Love. My errand had been a loving one. I felt no resentment but strove to include the assailant in the realization of divine Love's presence.

Then the daughter of the friend whom I was going to visit came where I was. With her help I got up, brushed myself off, and walked with her the remaining distance to her home, which was nearby. I made as little of the incident as possible, putting thoughts of myself aside during my visit.

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