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Why I will keeps watching my back
|Posted Feb. 20, 2009|
Many people do not have anxiety or fear when they step out of their home to go to work, school, run errands or just to go out to have a good night. But for me it is a bit different. It all started on one summer night in 2007, when I was on my way home from the movies with my sister.
Since there was some traffic on the eastbound 210 Freeway, I decided to take Foothill all the way home. I was stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to turn green, I just wanted to get home.
Then out of the blue, I get hit from the back my car by a young girl.
With a jolt caused by the accident, my stomach made me feel like I was about to get on a real scary roller coaster. All sorts of emotions were running through me.
I said to myself, “Great, I just got into an accident, this cannot be happening to me, especially at night.” However, this was not the worst thing of the night.
When the light turned green, she sped up in front me, making me think she was going to commit a hit and run.
But I watched her and I realized that she did not and she parked her car on the curb near a restaurant. When I parked behind her, her car was in front of my car, and she got out before I did. And when I went to look at the damage that was done to my car, I was shocked to see not one dent on my car.
However, little did I know that this “fake” accident was a scheme to rob me of my possessions.
As if getting into my first accident was not already nerve wrecking and stressful, getting robbed made matters even worse. The driver hit my car and got out of her car to act like she wanted to exchange information only to distract me and my sister, and allow the man, who was hiding in the back seat of the car, to come and open the door of my car.
He grabbed my purse, with my whole life inside from my car and tried to steal my sister’s purse too.
My sister yelled and scared the robbers away and they took off in their car. They left with my purse that contained everything including my license, $100 and other valuable items.
I could not believe what was happening to me. I was in complete shock how everything happened so fast and I could not think straight.
After the incident, I got back into the car and dialed 911.
When it was time to make a police report, all I had was a description of the two people because the car they drove had no license plate.
After that night, I was scared to know someone was carrying my license. I also began to think of the other things that could have happened to me and my sister, and what those people could have done if my sister had not yelled for help. I could not sleep the entire night, and for the following week I had nightmares and horrible flashbacks.
Since that night I have been very paranoid about driving at night or going to places at night or even during the day. Now when I go places, I am always on the look out for any suspicious people and I always have my guard up.
Although some people say that it is not good to live your life in fear, the incident made me nervous that this could happen again. I hope my story allows people to be cautious about their surroundings and be wise about the deceitful things criminals could be possible of doing.
Natalie Veissalov, a sophomore journalism major, is news editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.