Stressful Episode
The other day, my husband and kids were walking to a baseball game in the middle of the afternoon. Walking ahead of us was a transient talking to himself and kind of walking in circles and zig zags. We were like 6 feet behind him on a walking bridge. To get where we needed to go, we could either slow our pace and stay behind him or speed past.
I grabbed the kids a little tighter as we decided to walk past, but just as we caught up, maybe 2 feet behind him, he pulled out of a gun.
He turned and swung it at us then turned around and swung it in another direction.
We turned around and quickly walked off the bridge (we were close to the start of the bridge). We called the cops. They showed up immediately. They arrested him on the other side of the bridge.
It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. As I walked away, I thought, he could shoot me as I’m walking away right now. My husband could be shot. We had our kids in front of us to try to protect them.
I just needed to vent. When did walking to a baseball game in the middle of the day become unsafe? I feel so blessed to be alive. I feel blessed that no one was hurt.