Mama holla

This [site] reminded me of the time I took the IND train to the Ralph Ave station on my way home from school. No-one I knew lived in my part of Brooklyn. The subway stop was 3/4 miles from my house; the bus stop was only 1 1/2 blocks. I had to pay extra carfare to take the subway whereas the bus for students was a nickel. I took the train instead of the bus because my friends rode the subway to get home to Queens. It was an early dismissal day due to testing schedule. As I was walking the long subterranean passage towards the exit at street level, I heard foot steps slowly accelerating behind me. I was scared since no-one was about. As I started going up the sunlit staircase, my butt, whatever it was in volume, got grabbed. I turned around, and for fear of the worst stared at my over six feet, brawny, and young would-be molester. All that came out of my mouth was a steely and calm "And what do you think you are doing?" He fled so fast. This was only one of several incidents where screaming would be of no avail. I swear my guardian angel was with me and took over by telling me to be strong calm and assertive. Perpetrators come in many forms. Walk safe! - Mama H