I got pick-pocketed in Cusco recently. That's one way to make a grown man cry. The pain of robbery always goes beyond the loss of material possessions. It's that sense of violation. When our joy, peace and happiness is yanked away and replaced with a profound bitterness.
My intuition was screaming something wasn't right. An old lady dropped a newspaper in front of me, that's when her accomplice slipped my wallet.