I did freeze. I think most people would. I know I said "you have got to be kidding me." Truly, the moment seemed to last for eternity. It wasn't till he ran behind us and said don't look back, that I thought it really happened. A contractor with a cell phone across the street called the police; they came within 5 minutes. God took care of us. For a moment, all I could think of was the song "Wild, Wild West!" Who comes running around a corner in broad daylight like they are jogging and pulls out a gun? "Wild Wild West!" Crazy! I love my niece so much. I was so sorry for her to have this happen. Here's the craziest thing of all: She identified the kind of gun it was! A policeman had come to their school to talk about safety and guns a few months back and she was able to say what it was! I said it was gray! I think I focused on his face - that's what I think bothered him that I didn't move quickly enough, the longer I was frozen, the greater the chance to identify him!
I hated that this happened to me. It incapacitated me for the longest time. We only lived there for a year before we moved back to Michigan. Maybe if it didn't happen, we would have stayed in Chicago and I might not have made it here. So, believe me - I count my blessings in a lot of ways!
Sorry to hijack your thread Kurt! Drugs do crazy things to you!
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