Was my phone worth the trouble I underwent?

I recall vividly the summer holiday of 2008 when my whole family went vacationing in the Caribbean Islands. During that time I had a Motorola V710 which was a very admirable phone back then. It’s ability to connect to the internet fast as well as having a powerful camera and a Bluetooth connectivity device left a lot to be desired.

Therefore after three days of holidaying in the beaches of Caribbean, one evening I decided to take a stroll. With a Bluetooth accessory in my ear, I left the cottage where my family was and of went listening to music. As I walked, I would stop at spectacular spots to take pictures.

The whole Caribbean island was so beautiful that I never realized that I had gone quiet far and darkness was fast approaching. When I realized it was almost 30 minutes to seven, I decided to go back to the hotel where we were staying.

Unfortunately, on my way back a met a group of young men who on seeing me approaching stopped the conversation that they were having. As I tried to walk past them, one big brute blocked the path and demanded that I hand him the phone and the Bluetooth connectivity.

Your bet is good as mine that I was not handing over the phone. My response angered them and before I knew it, I had been hit so hard on by back that I fell on the ground writhing in pain. I tried to beg them to let me go but this made them get madder. They started beating me and by the time one of them frisked my pocket to take the phone I was laying in a pool of blood. They then left me on the ground lying their unconsciously.

By this time darkness had approached and back in the hotel where my family was staying, they had started to get worried. They tried calling me but the call was not going through because the thugs must have had switched it off.

Lucky enough a group of tourist who were travelling found me and rushed me to the hospital where I was hospitalized and remained there for three days.

My parents who had reported me missing to the police found me in the hospital the following day as they went searching for me. Dad was so disappointed and angered that I received the beating because I refused to hand the phone to the thugs. A report was made to the police about the incident but when I was discharged dad never even made the follow up.

We had to cut down our 2 weeks holiday and go back home. In felt so sorry for my two sisters being the cause of shortening a holiday that they had looked forward to for some time.