My experience was none other than a rich man, poor man’s tale. People who see the need to take things that doesn’t belong to them, tend to be in a mental state of insanity. Constantly wanting things that is not theirs to feel good about themselves for the few minutes it took for them to achieve their “intended goal”. Their goal in life is to be a prisoner of their mind, body and whatever state or county they reside in. I’ve lived in a country for more than half my life, where people believe to be one of the worst place on earth and yet i have never experienced something so pathetic, unruly & mind blowing at the same time. Was I a target? ( keeps running through my head) What would have happened to me, if they had gotten to me? That i don’t know but it left me scared for my life and the things in my life that i worked so hard for. ATTEMPTED BURGLARY!
Only because i yelled out at the first brave moment i got.
Tho it scared the bastards away (it was three of them), I kept wondering are they coming back to finish what they started? will they come prepared for the next person who is brave enough to yell out? Even though their mission for that day failed, they did end up leaving with one thing. A little part of my sanity.