Before I write this story I want everyone to know that I'm fine. There is not a mark on me. I just got a really good scare.
This evening I was followed home from the metro by 3 kids. I didn't even notice them at first because I was on a phone call with my friend Jess. Halfway home I was asked for the time by a young man, I answered a little uneasy but continued on my way not paying him much attention. 2 blocks later I noticed that the young man had 2 friends with him and they kinda cornered me by a tree asking to use my phone. I skirted behind the tree telling them no. I figured in my head that there were people around and it was daylight so these kids wouldn't do anything. That I was being foolish and racist. I made a very foolish mistake. I turned my back on them. Stupid I know. But I still had Jess on the phone and I really didn't think the kids would do anything stupid. I was wrong, one of them smacked the phone out of my hand. Words and threats were exchanged and I admit I am the one who ended up running for my house while they ran off with my cell phone.
Let me repeat I AM NOT HURT.
But they did scare me, some one had to actually tell me to call the cops. So I sat down on the curb and called 911. (Shocky, ya think?) Apparently my friend Jess did the same thing. (Thanks Jess!!!!) The cops were great. They were very nice and by the time the left I was a lot less shaky then when they had arrived. Jess came and took me to dinner so I wasn't alone. She offered to let me crash at her place but my roommate is home so I'm staying here.
Why do I share this here? I don't really know. I guess I wanted to get it off my chest. What bugs me is the realization that I am not as tough as I have always thought I was. I have always stood my ground. I have 8 brothers, 7 of wich are bigger then me in some way. I have never been afraid of standing up to them or any of my guy friends for any reason. I always firgured I could hold my own. Today taught me that I can't always do that. Maybe if it had been only guy I would have put up more of a fuss, I hope I never have reason to find out.
Now I think I am going to read a very happy story with very little plot. Maybe it will get my mind off things so I can sleep.
Oh.......
Shoot me an email with your number. I have officially lost 3 years worth of contact numbers. UGH!
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10 comments:
I'm very glad you weren't hurt. That's scary! Stupid kids!
oh god Rae that sucks!! I hope you are OK- & here everyone is nagging you about this NY trip while your going though this- soo sorry!!!
I didn't even know what happened until now. That really, really sucks. I'm sorry.
Oh, Rae!! That is scary, scary stuff. My experiences have always left me shaky for a few days, at least. I hope all is well now!
Oh Rachel, I am so sorry. I am just glad you are okay. That is so scary, you must have been beside yourself. Stupid, stupid, kids, what is the matter with this world???
You poor thing. I am glad to hear you are ok, it is a very scary thing, so you have every right to be shaky. We always think we know how we are going to react to a certain situation, but when it happens it is so different. You did the right thing. Damn kids! What's the matter with them.
AAGHHH!!! That is it...you are moving in with us in a safe neighborhood and I am driving you to and from the metro.
I'm so glad you're ok! I worry about that when I walk around the ghetto alone (since you know that's where we both live), but I'm so sorry that happened to you.
Rachel!
We all are so glad you're okay!!!
Not sure everyone knows we signed up for the blog- promise, we're not spying or anything like that! We're just keeping up with the updates to pass along to Lisa so we can tell her where to go and when to be there in case she misses anything.
You all are awesome and we wish we all could come meet you!!
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I am so glad you are okay!!! I had a similar (not as scary) experience on my mission. Things turned out okay for me too. but scary! I didn't realize how scary till after.
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