never2late
30-11-08, 17:53
I stupidly walked right in to the middle of a car robbery (neighbors car) late last night about 3:00 a.m.
I woke up hearing a car windshield being smashed. I went out, but couldn't see very well in the dark. So I went back in for a flashlight. I went back out to check on my own car, and coming around the back end of my car, I saw them robbing the neighbors car next door.
There were two of them, and one of them and me just froze when our eyes met. He jumped as if to run, then he just stood there as if defiant. I continued to walk around my car, and walked back to my house. I went up to a bedroom window, then yelled out to them. They then ran. I called the police, then got the neighbors up out of bed.
My heart was pounding so fast and so hard I think it would have given someone else in less health a heart attack -- either on the spot, or shortly thereafter. I'm glad they didn't have a gun . . . or if they did, that they didn't use it. I think me playing it cool (on the outside) made all the difference.
Today I'm feeling the after-effects: heart beating faster than usual, dull headache, a little jittery inside, etc. Not the best thing to happen to anyone with a penchant for panic (or just recovering from many months fighting a relapse).
Well, on the other hand, I'm here, alive, and able to post this message, so all is not lost. Life goes on (as they say).
I woke up hearing a car windshield being smashed. I went out, but couldn't see very well in the dark. So I went back in for a flashlight. I went back out to check on my own car, and coming around the back end of my car, I saw them robbing the neighbors car next door.
There were two of them, and one of them and me just froze when our eyes met. He jumped as if to run, then he just stood there as if defiant. I continued to walk around my car, and walked back to my house. I went up to a bedroom window, then yelled out to them. They then ran. I called the police, then got the neighbors up out of bed.
My heart was pounding so fast and so hard I think it would have given someone else in less health a heart attack -- either on the spot, or shortly thereafter. I'm glad they didn't have a gun . . . or if they did, that they didn't use it. I think me playing it cool (on the outside) made all the difference.
Today I'm feeling the after-effects: heart beating faster than usual, dull headache, a little jittery inside, etc. Not the best thing to happen to anyone with a penchant for panic (or just recovering from many months fighting a relapse).
Well, on the other hand, I'm here, alive, and able to post this message, so all is not lost. Life goes on (as they say).