A few years ago, the company that I worked for sent my wife and me to live in New York for a year. I've always loved running, so I was really happy when I found I lived next to Central Park. This meant that every morning I could go running before I went to work.
Because a lot of people had told me to be careful of robbers (抢劫犯) in the park, so usually I didn't take anything with me. How could they rob me if I didn't have anything? But one morning, my wife gave me 10 dollars and asked me to buy some bread on the way. It was a beautiful morning and the park was quiet with few people walking or jogging around. While I was running through the park, another jogger knocked into (撞到) me. He said sorry to me and continued running. For a while, I didn't think too much of it.
However, when I noticed the wide path where I was running, I thought it was a little strange. The warning of robbers in the park hit me. "It could have been a robber!" I suddenly became anxious, so I checked my pocket and found that the money was missing. Without thinking twice, I ran after that jogger. I finally caught up and held him by the arm. I shouted, "Give me the 10 dollars! Now!" I am not usually a hot-headed (性急的) person, but I got really angry this time. I couldn't believe the robbery was actually happening to me.
Filled with anger, I shook my fist (拳头) at him. This seemed to frighten him. He quickly put his hand in his pocket and gave me 10 dollars. Then he ran away as fast as he could. I bought the bread and went home.
As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my wife the story. "You won't believe what happened to me," I said with pride. She immediately stopped me, "I know, you left the money for the bread on the kitchen table."
Looking at the money on the table, I stood there, shocked.
But I didn't give up finding him and for several days, I waited at the same place in the park.
