Crime Pays

   
 
 
 

Why Stealing Stinks

I was doing my best to get rid of old Oracles at the homecoming game by displaying them on a table in the Mezzanine of the Mabee Center.
Early in the game, while I was helping two kids get some drinks for their parents, I noticed some coeds at my "newsstand." I didn't want to be over eager and run over to them - so I watched to see which of the ORACLES they would take and cherish forever.
What occurred next stirred up the begeebers in me. One of the two young ladies at the table bent down, reached under the table and stole my ORU towel.
Most of us when we think of thieves imagine some sinister looking villain-who maliciously steals diamonds, dollars and Dalmatians. We don't think of blonde college-aged girls who will steal cheap fan-fare items.
Thievery has been a problem at ORU for years, as it is at most universities. The fact that most of those things stolen are stolen by fellow students is a little unnerving. These are the same students that sit in chapel, eat in Marriott and sleep through Humanities with us.
In recent years, with the increased efforts of security, the theft rate has gone down, but the problem still remains.
On the same night my hanky was snatched, a good friend of mine had his computer stolen from his room during a fire alarm. There have been radios, computers, printers, money- you name it and someone has probably lifted it from someone else.
I, unfortunately have no room to talk. For I was once a thief.
I would shoplift action figures from grocery stores so that my next battle between Cobra (the good guys) and G.I. Joe could be even more fantastic and realistic.
The day that I was finally caught stealing was one of the biggest turning points in my life.
To make a long story short, let is suffice to say that I do not have a poker face, cannot tell a good lie, am bad at implicating others and cry a lot when I'm spanked. The worst part is that I lost the trust of two teachers I respected.
I was caught with a stack of Garbage Pail Kids cards from off my fifth grade teacher's desk. Stupid things to steal and the dumbest place to steal from.
Let us not forget that a thief is one who steals anything whether this be a computer, a Pepsi or a reputation. The only way to be free from it is to repent and make restitution. Otherwise, you plant your seed, and you will get a harvest.
 
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
   
by Philip Pfanstiel
© 1997 The Philip Pfiles published Mar 3, 1997