| I just became a crime statistic on June 1, 2005. I had my purse snatched by a 15-year-old boy. Since 1976, I've used a motorized wheelchair or more recently a schooter to get out and about in. Never has anyone bothered me until now.
I'm on a main drag until I get to my street; that's when he ran from behind and grabbed my purse. I was blessed; another teen saw it happen and used his cell phone to call police. They caught him and all my purse contents were returned. The last I heard, he's still in lockup.
I don't feel stressed, but my body indicated differently. I've felt kind of air-headed and tired. The rest of that even and the next day, my speech was even more impaired. But, what beat the band is yesterday, my sons and I were waiting in the car for hubby. This little elderly man was walking aimlessly, seemingly headed for my cardoor. My past reaction would have been concern that he had a problem. This time I locked the already-locked door and felt a fight-or-flight rush.
I hope going out alone isn't going to frighten me. I didn't think it would, but now I'm wondering.  | 
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