Dear Editor,
On Wednesday, 4th December 2013, at approximately 11:40 am I had left the Jamaica Conference Centre and was walking along Port Royal Street towards King Street. The road was lonely but there was shade and seemed an easier walk than my usual route up Church Street. At the time, I had my files and books in my left hand, my handbag over my right shoulder, and my cellular phone in my right hand.
I was consumed with the events of the day, thinking about my family and how they were coping with a recent tragedy. I did not notice how fast a man approached me, and I barely heard when he demanded I give him my phone. I became conscious of what was happening when I felt his hands encircling mine in an attempt to pry the phone from my grip. He then ran in the direction of East Street.
Angel #1 noticed what had happened and drove his car into the path of the robber who turned down a lane. My angel jumped out of his car, but was unable to stop him. I ran down the lane and exited on Harbour Street where Angel #2 was on his bike and asked which direction the man ran. I was unable to say, so my angel rode off down Harbour Street stopping at the lanes to see if he could catch a glimpse of the man. Angels #3 and 4 where security guards who were stationed in shops nearby. One angel got the attention of the bike patrol police while the other angel loaned me his phone so I could call my service provider to shutdown my SIM and walked me to my destination to make sure I arrived safely. The bike patrol police were my Angels #5-8, who searched all the lanes for the man based on the description given.
When I arrived at my destination, Angels #9-13 calmed me down, helping me make all my calls because all my information was on the phone. They then took me to the police station to make the report. The outpouring of patience and understanding from other angels -- in person, over e-mail and Facebook -- helped me overcome the ordeal.
Did I get back my phone? No, and I probably never will, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the kindness shown to me by of each of these angels. In my distress and in the confusion, I forgot or was not able to get your names, but I did not want your good deeds to go unnoticed. To all my Christmas angels, you know yourselves, a very big THANK YOU!!
Anna Gracie
Lady in the navy blue skirt suit
My Christmas angels
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On Wednesday, 4th December 2013, at approximately 11:40 am I had left the Jamaica Conference Centre and was walking along Port Royal Street towards King Street. The road was lonely but there was shade and seemed an easier walk than my usual route up Church Street. At the time, I had my files and books in my left hand, my handbag over my right shoulder, and my cellular phone in my right hand.
I was consumed with the events of the day, thinking about my family and how they were coping with a recent tragedy. I did not notice how fast a man approached me, and I barely heard when he demanded I give him my phone. I became conscious of what was happening when I felt his hands encircling mine in an attempt to pry the phone from my grip. He then ran in the direction of East Street.
Angel #1 noticed what had happened and drove his car into the path of the robber who turned down a lane. My angel jumped out of his car, but was unable to stop him. I ran down the lane and exited on Harbour Street where Angel #2 was on his bike and asked which direction the man ran. I was unable to say, so my angel rode off down Harbour Street stopping at the lanes to see if he could catch a glimpse of the man. Angels #3 and 4 where security guards who were stationed in shops nearby. One angel got the attention of the bike patrol police while the other angel loaned me his phone so I could call my service provider to shutdown my SIM and walked me to my destination to make sure I arrived safely. The bike patrol police were my Angels #5-8, who searched all the lanes for the man based on the description given.
When I arrived at my destination, Angels #9-13 calmed me down, helping me make all my calls because all my information was on the phone. They then took me to the police station to make the report. The outpouring of patience and understanding from other angels -- in person, over e-mail and Facebook -- helped me overcome the ordeal.
Did I get back my phone? No, and I probably never will, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the kindness shown to me by of each of these angels. In my distress and in the confusion, I forgot or was not able to get your names, but I did not want your good deeds to go unnoticed. To all my Christmas angels, you know yourselves, a very big THANK YOU!!
Anna Gracie
Lady in the navy blue skirt suit
My Christmas angels
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