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I had intentions of doing a little grocery shopping one Tuesday evening. I locked up the house got in the car, started it up and headed to the store. I get in to the store, get a buggy and pick up a few items. Sounds pretty normal and boring so far, right? I steered my buggy down the dairy aisle for milk and eggs when all of a sudden an evil fiend jumps out and hits me over the head with a great big bat!
Stunned by what has just happened I look around for the offender to find that they have disappeared. Standing there confused and scared, I look at the other shoppers to find any evidence of them being accosted as well. But there is none.
I go home befuddled as to why this would happen to me.
A week goes by and I sort of forget about the evil fiend attacking me. Time to shop again, list in hand I lock up the house, get in the car and start my short drive to the grocery store. Halfway there the lights turn yellow then red at the intersection ahead of me. I brake to a stop and am a couple of cars back from the intersection. Out of the back seat jumps the evil fiend and hits me over the head with the great big bat again, but much harder this time. I started to sweat and my heart raced with fear. I vaguely hear a car horn in the background of my confusion. The car behind honks again as the light changed green just after I was "hit". Dazed I look around in the car and once again the evil fiend has disappeared. The honking behind me gets louder. I put my foot on the gas and turn off onto the first side street. Putting the car in park I begin to sob uncontrollably wondering why this is happening to me. Insecurity and self-doubt set in and I have this obsessive feeling that I best get home right away. And so I do. Head aching from the blow I crawl into bed and begin to replay every element of the attack I had today and the one I had last week, in the dairy aisle. Over and over again I look at every detail locking in the memories of fear and pain. Searching amongst all these elements for an answer as to "why me?".
The next day the alarm rings at 7:00 a.m. and I can barely get out of bed. The effects of the previous day's events have darkened my spirit. However I say to myself "Enough is enough, I've got things to do!". Since I didn't get the shopping done yesterday, I know I have to get it done for sure today. I'm having company for dinner. This creates enough incentive and pressure for me to get my act together.
As I open the front door my heart starts to palpitate, list in hand stubbornness takes over and I am determined to dismiss the fearful feelings. I go out the door, lock the house up and as I turn to let the screen door close behind me?. "WHAM", the evil fiend is right there in my face, bat raised and quickly coming down on my head. The force of this
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