Share the story of a time you
felt unsafe.
I remember a storm one time when the boys were both babies, and we were
living in a house right on the Pacific Ocean. I happened to be on my own for
the night, and the wind and waves got pretty high. It was quite noisy out on
the back porch, and when I stepped outside to see, all the patio furniture and
other outside toys and such had been pushed around and over, and I had to secure
them. I was uneasy and a little scared,
unsure of how I would handle things with the boys by myself if the storm got so
bad that we had to leave the house.
Thankfully, they slept through the whole thing (as they usually do when
it is something like that), but it was more than a little nerve-wracking for me
until the winds and rain settled down later in the night.
Another experience that just came to mind happened when I was studying
abroad in Spain. I was by myself one
afternoon during siesta time in one of the town squares where all the shops and
café are located, and I had to go to the bathroom. I found a public restroom
and stepped inside. Right as I did so, a man I did not know stepped in beside
me. He came toward me in a threatening manner as if to grab me, and I shouted
out “No,” which is thankfully the same word and meaning in Spanish because I
don’t think I would have been able to say much else in his native language at
that time due to my fear. He turned and
ran off after this, but needless to say, I no longer felt the need to go to the
bathroom, so I left and got to a more public area where I took a breath and
thanked God nothing more happened than that.
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