A couple of years ago I was followed when I took a walk at dusk in my own neighborhood. My neighbor who lives across the street diagonally from us saw me walk past his house on the sidewalk. He then got in his pick up truck and followed me around the neighborhood. He passed me a few times, turned around, and passed me again. I was listening to music and at first not thinking much of it. Eventually he even pulled up next to me as I’m walking, slowed down, and creeped nex t to me in his vehicle to match my walking pace. What was he doing? I’m not sure. My guess is that he was trying to get a closer look or on the phone giving the police a description of me. At this point I’m calling some one because I wasn’t sure if I was about to get snatched up. But yet because of the current events I did not run. I just looked straight ahead and kept walking. I was angry as well, thinking, “You are so-called trying to protect our neighborhood while you YOURSELF are behaving stalkerishly and scaring a...
When life throws you a yield sign, slow down.
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