Three robbers approach a 77-year-old granny at the ATM; biggest mistake of their lives

Since I was young, I had an instant bond with my grandparents, and I am sure this is the case with most.

Compared to our parents, who are trying to raise us on the right path, instead of the easy one, grandparents find a quick way to spoil us… and we love them for it.


They say grandparents love is the only love stronger than the parents. Having a newborn I don’t think that’s true, but we’ll see in thirty years

In one case a poor grandma Winifred Peel, 77, of Wirral, UK, was attacked by robbers who were trying to make quick buck.


Mrs. Winifred Pell of Bromborough, Wirral, went to an ATM to withdraw some cash… hopefully to buy some things for their grandkids.

At the ATM she was typing her PIN, and she noticed some figure approaching from behind.

Two men stopped her before she could try to react and defend herself and the third took the funds out of the ATM.

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