Sorry Mr. Bike Thief.

So last night as I was leaving the library with my books I saw someone riding away on my bicycle. I had locked it to the bike rack by the saddle baskets and they took off the basket with a wrench. They had to take the rear wheel off to do it. I didn't realize I had been in the library long enough for him to do that. Well I immediately sprung into action and knocked the guy off my bike and started beating him up. He didn't fight back and I wish he would have because I felt like a fight. So he was just laying on the sidewalk at the top of the stairs that go down to the park. I felt like kicking him down the stairs but I didn't. It took me a while to get my bike back together since I didn't have any tools with me and didn't want to ask him to borrow his wrench. On the way home I was feeling guilty. Like maybe I was too rough on the guy. Next time I see someone riding off on my bike I think I'll say "Hey that's a cool bike. Can I have it?" or maybe even offer to buy it from him. Pretend it wasn't mine in the first place. After all nothing really is mine. God just lets me use a bunch of stuff while I'm here.