Extended Response: Roger's Perspective on "Thank You, M'am"
“Man, I want those blue suede shoes. They consumed my thoughts. Clarence strutted into school last week wearing them, and I felt a pang of envy. I need those shoes. It's 11 o'clock at night, and I’m itching to find a way to get them. I glance around the block, and then I spot her—a hefty old lady strolling alone. Perfect target. That purse of hers looks like it’s packed with treasures. If I can just snatch it, those blue shoes will be mine!
I watch the lady for a moment, trying to gauge how to pull this off. The purse is slung across her shoulder—the strap looks sturdy, but if I'm quick enough, I can yank it free. My heart pounds as I plan every detail. Deep breath.
Go time. I dash toward her, adrenaline surging. I leap forward and grab the purse with all my might. But she surprises me; her grip is like iron! Instead of letting go, she spins around and grabs my arm with a fierce strength. I'm caught off guard.
'What do you think you’re doing, young man?' she scolds, her eyes glaring into mine. My heart races—not just from fear of getting caught but also from the unexpected power she exudes. I try to stammer an excuse, but nothing comes out.
Instead of yelling, she just looks at me, her expression softening. “You must be in desperate need. Why else would you steal from an old lady?”
It hit me hard. I wasn’t just a petty thief in her eyes; I was a kid struggling to fit in and impress. Before I knew it, I was confessing my shame. “I just wanted some shoes… important shoes… to feel like I belong,” I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
To my shock, instead of calling the police, she releases my arm and pulls out a piece of paper from her purse. “You need a better plan, not just some shoes. Take this. Use it wisely.”
It was an application for a job at the local diner—the kind of place where people would notice me for more than just my shoes. I stammered my thanks, feeling the weight of both guilt and hope. The old lady gave me a firm nod. “Remember, sometimes you have to give to get. Straighten up, and you’ll find your way.”
As she walked away, I clutched the paper tightly. I didn’t just get a chance at those shoes; I got a chance to be someone better. This wasn’t just about the shoes anymore. I had a goal, and it felt a whole lot better than stealing.