It was 2 years ago in Luisiana, I promised to never walk on one of that town's street again. I was off the beaten track. It was dark and a very dangerous night. I couldn't even imagine how scared I was to death that time when I realized I was suddenly being held at gunpoint. I could still remember the scent of the alcohol on the man's breath and how it felt like when he clutched my shoulder. Even the hoarse voice he has when he told me to be quiet will always be in my memory. At first I thought it was a prank – that maybe it was a fake gun; but of course it would be stupid to risk it, I thought, so I just raised my white flag in submission and handed out whatever I had. It was a traumatic event for me. And even now, I still have the feelings of being anxious and frightened every single time I was reminded of that street. I was spent. But thankfully I am, because there is a God who's always there with me.