Getting Robbed & Getting Over It

I'm currently reading Malcolm Gladwell's David and Goliath book. There's a section about London's response to the German blitzkrieg of 1940. Churchill and the rest of the government were worried that people would panic when the expected attack came. Psychiatric hospitals were set up in preparation for the mental casualties and an underground tunnel system was proposed.

But when the attacks arrived, Londoners responded almost indifferently. Some claim it's a result of British stoicism but those are probably only British claims. Regardless of the personality traits, the British persevered, life continued, and the rest is history.

Getting robbed early on during my fellowship here in Ecuador sucked. And I did not respond with stoicism at first, I was more surprised than anything. I know certain victims of crimes feel a sense of responsibility, at least in some respect, for putting themselves in a position to get harmed. I've always prided myself on being super vigilant and I've had a perfect track record—seven straight years of consistent travel with no incident. So yeah, I felt a little foolish. Hind sight is a killer and as I've replayed what happened in my mind, I feel a bit responsible and a little angry.

I immediately developed a short-lived hatred for all Ecuadorians. It's crazy how quickly that happened. It was my initial reaction. The bus driver shouldn't have picked up stray passengers and he could've feigned interest in trying to help.

I wasn't robbed at knife or gunpoint. I got hustled at a bus station. I let my guard down. It's an expensive lesson to learn but there is far less psychological fall out.

So I took a deep breath, metaphorically and physically, and wrote it off. I might not be British but perhaps I´m blessed with some of that stoicism.The emotional swing was the most exhausting part. I realized I'm not getting my things back and that's okay. They're just things. Everything is replaceable.

Some of my anger has been tempered by the town I'm in-- Chimbo. It's about 6 hours by bus South of Quito and is stunning. Surprisingly, I have found a gym here. One dollar/day. This is one of those rare places in the world, where everyone invites me into their homes to eat. Chimbo makes the Catskills look like a desert. Lush is an understatement.

I feel bad for generalizing all Ecuadorians. They have been nothing but warm and hospitable to me. Bad things can happen anywhere and I don't want the robbery to negatively impact my experience. One day it will just be a story but I don't want it to be the story of Ecuador.

I'm alive, I have enough money to keep going, and I still have my books and journal, the most important possession I own. So let the story continue...