An opposite story of stranger kindness to heal your soul: When I was in primary (so age 5), I had a babysitter I'd go to until my dad got off work. At this point, I had undiagnosed ADHD so I was running around while the babysitter made up reasons why I was bad that day (she was INSANE, she literally got dragged out of my mom's work by the cops many years later, but a story for another time). I was running around the hallway, and I jumped in the elevator. It, being an elevator, started to close and I remember the look of horror on my dad's face as the doors closed and we started going down. I obviously started to cry, but the people in the elevator with me were so sweet; a woman crouched down and held me while we went down, telling me it would be alright (it was only 5 floors IIRC), and said "see? All good" when we got to the bottom and my dad was waiting at the doors. I did learn a lesson that day, don't play in elevators unless you mean to use it.
I have a seizure disorder and so I don’t drive. Before my accident at work that forced me to retire, I’d constantly have to figure out different routes to my apartment because at least once a month, creepy men would either offer me a ride, ask me if I wanted to have some fun with them, or just ask, “how much?” 🤢🤮
An opposite story of stranger kindness to heal your soul:
When I was in primary (so age 5), I had a babysitter I'd go to until my dad got off work. At this point, I had undiagnosed ADHD so I was running around while the babysitter made up reasons why I was bad that day (she was INSANE, she literally got dragged out of my mom's work by the cops many years later, but a story for another time).
I was running around the hallway, and I jumped in the elevator. It, being an elevator, started to close and I remember the look of horror on my dad's face as the doors closed and we started going down. I obviously started to cry, but the people in the elevator with me were so sweet; a woman crouched down and held me while we went down, telling me it would be alright (it was only 5 floors IIRC), and said "see? All good" when we got to the bottom and my dad was waiting at the doors.
I did learn a lesson that day, don't play in elevators unless you mean to use it.
I have a seizure disorder and so I don’t drive. Before my accident at work that forced me to retire, I’d constantly have to figure out different routes to my apartment because at least once a month, creepy men would either offer me a ride, ask me if I wanted to have some fun with them, or just ask, “how much?” 🤢🤮
This is why I don’t like going out alone
Tip: don't get kidnapped. It's bad for you.
There's something about kids just slightly older than other kids showing them their junk that is just as fucked up as adults showing kids their junk .
And people wonder why I carry a gun