by Buddy Netter

Created on: May 18, 2009

A Narrow Escape

Have you ever found yourself in a potentially threatening situation where you didn't realize just how much danger you may have actually been in until looking back in retrospect? I'm sure that most people of the female persuasion have, and some of us have lived to tell about it.

I was 24 years old at the time of my story, although most people thought I looked much younger. My 18 year old sister and I were sometimes mistaken for twins, and to me she looked about 16. On this day, for some reason, my husband had dropped me off at work, even though we usually took separate cars. He never showed up after work to pick me up. This was in the days before cell phones, so not being able to call my husband, I realized that I had no choice but to walk home. So I started walking. . .and yes, I was pretty upset!

I was walking at a brisk pace, fueled by anger at having to walk because my negligent husband forgot to pick me up. I headed down a fairly busy road, which forked in two different directions when you reached the end. The fork to the left was the small street where my husband and I lived, kind of a rural setting, with the closest neighbors across the street, no one close on the sides of our house.

As I walked, this Hispanic guy in an old rattletrap car came along side of me and slowed. He leaned across the seat and offered me a ride. I told him that I wanted to walk. He said that a pretty girl like me shouldn't be out walking on a busy road like this, that it just wasn't right. He kept on driving slowly along side me and insisting that he wanted to give me a ride home. I kept insisting that I wanted to walk. I finally told him I was married, and he said, "Oh, I wasn't suggesting anything. I just want to show you that I can be trusted. Please let me just give you a ride home." I, of course, kept telling him that I wanted to walk. He wouldn't take no for an answer and kept on driving slow along side of me. He asked me if it was because he was Mexican that I wouldn't let him drive me home, and I told him that I didn't care about that, I just wanted to walk. He kept insisting that it was so important to him to prove to me that he wouldn't hurt me, just wanted to drive me to show that he could be a good guy and worthy of trust. I kept saying no thank you. This guy was so persuasive, that I actually started to feel bad for him

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