Looking for blogging topics, I looked on a blogging website that suggested writing about a time I was in grave danger - I then realized I had a story worth sharing...
I was 19 years old, I was held up at gunpoint in a bank robbery. It was a Friday night after closing. My manager and I were alone in the bank and leaving
for the night - while walking out the
back door, a man in a ski mask and holding a gun jumped us and forced us back
inside. I screamed and he shoved me
through the door telling me to be quiet. He walked us over to the alarm system, had my manager shut it down and then
led us over to the vault. He told my manger, Donna to open it and then put the
gun to my head. This terrified her and in
a panic, she struggled to get the combination right. She tried multiple times and began to
cry. I remember seeing spots in front of
my eyes and feeling like I was going to pass out, but thinking I would leave Donna
alone to handle the situation, I quickly composed myself and asked her to try
and relax before attempting to open the vault again. I told her just do what he said and we
As far as the guy... Actually, I did go after him. I tracked him down and told him I loved him and wanted us to be together. He said he loved me too and asked for 6 months to get his affairs in order. He said he'd come back and he wanted to marry me. I was over the moon...
A couple of months later, I got a letter from him saying 'Why did you make me promise I'd come back? I'm happy with my life as it is. You should go on with yours. I'm sorry.' Maybe not a direct quote, but pretty close. I still have that letter somewhere. He wrote it on Garfield stationary. Pretty cheery for a dear John letter.