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05-28-02, 11:35 AM
I did a good deed the other day so I thought I'd share.
I was walking down a street in my old neighbourhood; I had just finished 4 hours of basketball so I was walking my bike.
I see a little boy (maybe 8,9, or 10) walking toward me crying. No other people were around so I asked him what was wrong. He started to explain (still crying so it was hard to understand; kids are precious) that his bike had been stolen by some kids.
The little boy's friend then ride up on their bikes and say they sort of saw where the theives went (they also stole a little girl's bike). I asked the little boy to describe the bike as best he could. Poor guy.
I told his friends to come with me. I know the neighbourhood very well (lived there 20 years) so when they pointed to the direction the theives went I lead. I took them and we checked Carleton Park, around to Cherry Park, nothing.
We were just heading across Dupont St. to look again when I noticed to boys (13, or 14 of course) doubleriding towards us. As soon as they saw us they dropped the bike and one ran away from us and the other just walked towards us and let the bike fall. Did he think we didn't see him on the handlebars.
Oh well, one of the kids I was with said "Hey why'd you steal the bike" The thief said "Did you see me steal the bike man, huh, did you?"(real tough). I said "Come on man you were on the bike". Then I buzzed because this kid had the nerve to get up in my face and say stuff like "You don't know me fool" etc. only with a lot more cursing.
So I had some endearing remarks right back at him which I think scared him a little (which he should have been in the first place, being at least a foot shorter and more than 10 years younger than me). I told him to walk away (no way I was going to get dissed by a kid on my old turf, you know).
Turns out the bike belonged to the girl and after more searching we never found the boys bike. I felt sorry for him. I never even seen the little girl once, and it was her bike I find not his.
Oh well, at least someone was happy that day (the girl). I felt a little good to because growing up in that neighbourhood I had one or two bike stolen myself and it sucked.
I was walking down a street in my old neighbourhood; I had just finished 4 hours of basketball so I was walking my bike.
I see a little boy (maybe 8,9, or 10) walking toward me crying. No other people were around so I asked him what was wrong. He started to explain (still crying so it was hard to understand; kids are precious) that his bike had been stolen by some kids.
The little boy's friend then ride up on their bikes and say they sort of saw where the theives went (they also stole a little girl's bike). I asked the little boy to describe the bike as best he could. Poor guy.
I told his friends to come with me. I know the neighbourhood very well (lived there 20 years) so when they pointed to the direction the theives went I lead. I took them and we checked Carleton Park, around to Cherry Park, nothing.
We were just heading across Dupont St. to look again when I noticed to boys (13, or 14 of course) doubleriding towards us. As soon as they saw us they dropped the bike and one ran away from us and the other just walked towards us and let the bike fall. Did he think we didn't see him on the handlebars.
Oh well, one of the kids I was with said "Hey why'd you steal the bike" The thief said "Did you see me steal the bike man, huh, did you?"(real tough). I said "Come on man you were on the bike". Then I buzzed because this kid had the nerve to get up in my face and say stuff like "You don't know me fool" etc. only with a lot more cursing.
So I had some endearing remarks right back at him which I think scared him a little (which he should have been in the first place, being at least a foot shorter and more than 10 years younger than me). I told him to walk away (no way I was going to get dissed by a kid on my old turf, you know).
Turns out the bike belonged to the girl and after more searching we never found the boys bike. I felt sorry for him. I never even seen the little girl once, and it was her bike I find not his.
Oh well, at least someone was happy that day (the girl). I felt a little good to because growing up in that neighbourhood I had one or two bike stolen myself and it sucked.