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It was a Tuesday. Just before 4pm.
The day was as ordinary as they come. If it weren’t for what happened, the day would have been entirely lost to memory.
My twin sister and I had done some grocery shopping and were walking home together.
As we talked, I made eye contact with a fairly normal looking young man heading towards us. I gave him a nod of acknowledgment. It’s strange how we do that – almost as a primal instinct to assess our environment for potential danger.
Even in retrospect, I know that this man did not make me feel uneasy. I didn’t flinch or consider crossing the road. In my mind, I existed in a bubble – even though I was occupying a public space, my body remained private.
And then it popped.
The moment of approach was, to this date, the most terrifying of my life. I do not recall what he was wearing, his height, or what he looked like, but I will never ever forget how that moment felt.
As we went to cross paths, as we must do with strangers hundreds of times each day, he darted. It was animalistic how quickly his direction changed. He went from walking so normally, like just a young man on his way to the bus stop, to violently imposing himself onto me.