When I think back now, I’m in disbelief at my actions and how foolish I was. I thought I was invincible. I was far too trusting. But I truly thank God for the man who helped me that night.
I received the following account:
"This happened quite a few years ago. I had an affinity for a particular white substance in the form of lines back then. One very cold, snowy night around 11 pm, I went for a walk to meet my dealer. I had never been to his place before, so he gave me the address to his small, two-story apartment building with maybe six units in it.
Upon arrival, I noticed several strangers inside. After they had hit their pipes, two clearly unwashed guys came over to sit at the dining table while I waited for my G. I’ve never smoked anything besides weed and cigarettes. I was instantly uncomfortable. They tried making small talk, but I grew increasingly uneasy, giving only short, vague answers.
I quickly paid for my stuff, grabbed the baggy, and got up from the table. That’s when one of the guys offered to walk me home. My heart started to sink. I politely declined.
“Oh... I’m okay, thanks. I don’t live far."
The other guy stood up.
“No, really. We can walk you. We don’t mind. We have to get going anyway."
That’s when my instincts finally kicked in. I became very aware and very scared. I immediately thought I was fully dressed and ready to go, but they still had to put on their coats and shoes. If I leave now, I’ll get a head start and quickly disappear. They said something else as I headed for the door, but I pretended to take a phone call, waved goodbye to my dealer, and closed the door behind me. I jogged down the hallway to the outside door, and once I got outside, I ran for the street.
I decided not to take the fast route home because, from the building, they’d be able to see me. I didn’t want them to know even the slightest direction I lived in if they were really following me. The building was at the end of a street, so instead of going straight up the hill (the way I initially came from), I turned right and started jogging.
I kept glancing back, and finally, I saw them—about a block behind, following me. The street I needed, Stanley Street, was across the intersection on my left, about another block ahead at a four-way light. As I approached the intersection, I noticed the corner house on my right. An older man was sitting on his porch, smoking. I recognized him. He was another dealer I had met only once a few weeks before when my usual guy was dry.
I choked up as I got to his porch and asked if he remembered me.
He did and asked
“What’s wrong?”
I quietly told him “I think these two guys are following me…” and asked if I could go inside for a minute until they passed. He didn’t hesitate. We went inside, past his front living room, and into the kitchen, where I explained what happened.
He told me not to worry, that I was safe there, and that I could stay as long as I needed to.
Then we heard a knock at the door, and I started to panic.
He went to the door, looked through the peephole, and yelled.
“Just a minute!"
He came back quickly and whispered that he knew the guys and was going to invite them in to have a hit. He told me to sneak out through his backdoor, which was beyond the kitchen, go to the right of the yard, and find the gate. This would lead to a side street.
He instructed me to creep up along the side of his house, close to the shrubs, and check the porch to make sure they went inside. I followed his plan, and when the coast was clear, I didn’t jog—I sprinted up Stanley Street and zigzagged all the way home.
When I think back now, I’m in disbelief at my actions and how foolish I was. I thought I was invincible. I was far too trusting. But I truly thank God for the man who helped me that night.
I don’t know what those two guys wanted from me, but I’m forever grateful I never had to find out." S
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