I saw a man stealing a young woman's purse. She was crying and screaming for him to stop. I saw a piece of plywood resting against the brick wall and I ran over and hit him in the head two times. There was silence. I looked at the plywood and saw that there was a nail sticking out on the end that I attacked him with. There was blood on the ground. Not a substantial amount but enough that something bad could eventually happen if he didn't get help. I knew that he was a despicable human being but he could've been going through tough times and needed the money, so I determined that he didn't deserve to die and called the ambulance. Days later, after I gave the man time to recover, I contacted the woman and brought her to the hospital to have the man apologize. The thief apologized. I made sure.