Divine intervention
My Life was in the hands of a coke fiend. The situations leading up the to this moment was more than just a lucky situation. To me it was someone looking over me, protecting me. It started off as a normal customer at the wonderful Tropical Tan. “Hey, what’s your last name?” Now the response was not what I normally get from the average customer. The response was something that I thought I would never hear in a lifetime. “Gimmie the money,” he responded.
I felt the cold gun against my nose. I slowly pushed the silent alarm so that the cops would come. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse someone walked in the salon. It was my mom and sister coming in to see me. I knew that if I didn’t act calm they would be his next victims. The gun was taken off my face; I felt a change of emotions. Now I was not scared I was angry, he was not going to do this to me. As I pulled every dollar out of the register I kept a count in my head. Once he thought it was all the money he needed he spoke, “That’s enough.” Now this is where I had a million thoughts going through my head. If my mom saw me hand the money over, she would notice something was wrong. I quietly handed the money over. “You don’t want to do this,” I responded. Our eyes met and as quickly as this all happened he was gone. For 5 minutes he had my life in his hands, to me it felt like eternity.
The very second he was out the door I yelled, “He just robbed me and he has a gun!” My mom chased after him; she saw his red Geo Metro and the license numbers. She recognized the car from before when she had first pulled into the parking lot. They had been driving behind it. As we waited for the police to arrive, I was reflecting on how calm I was during the heist. I was very proud of myself; if I hadn’t handled it the way I had, I can only imagine what would have happened.
The incident was not the worst thing that has happened in my life. It was the best. Since this incident I have begun to live my life to the fullest. People these days tend to take things for granted I did. We take the simple things for granted: waking up and being able to go for a run, coming home after work and knowing you’re safe, and being able to have equal rights are all things that we feel we are entitled to. But we should all live our life thankful for what we have. In these times of hardship–not knowing if your family member in the war will come home, and the constant stress of whether your family is going to have the money to make ends meet–I feel that there is even more of a need to live life to the fullest. I want to end my life feeling accomplished.
The robbery encouraged me to never give up on my dreams, accomplish goals I have set for myself and be strong. I knew there was someone watching over me; it was not my mom it was divine intervention. I still have things I need to accomplish before I kick the bucket.
