1. Freaky Mall kidnapping
I was around 3 years old at the time, at this point I’m not sure if I actually remember the incident or it has just been told to me over the years so many times that I think I remember it.
I was with my Mom and Dad at a mall. Mom went to go do some shopping for herself, Dad was hanging around “watching” me. The story goes, when he wasn’t looking a lady came up and took hold of the stroller and ran away with me. When he started chasing her the lady started screaming “He’s trying to steal my baby!”, security came and forcefully grabbed my dad and detained him. Luckily they also kept me and the lady there until the cops came and the mall paged my actual mother. Everything was sorted out once the cops came and I went home with my real parents (I hope).
They put me in one of those kid leashes after that.
No idea what her story was as the cops talked to everyone separately. Parents decided not to press charges because the cops said they couldn’t pin kidnapping on her because I was always in sight of my father during the whole incident or some bullshit like that. She was banned from the mall though, we never went back there regardless.
2. “I Threw Open The Door And Ran”
I was 24 and coming home around 3am one night from being the designated driver. I parked outside my apartment and a man with a gun approaches as I am getting out of the car. He forces me back in and yells at me to climb over into the passenger seat. I am a blubbering mess at this point and just know I am going to die. He drives me to an atm and wants me to get him some cash. I had $4 in my bank account, so he was pretty pissed.
He starts driving around and I start trying to figure out how to get myself out of the situation. I turn in my seat toward him and start trying to talk to him, even touching him on the arm so he might start seeing me as another human. While I am doing this, I reach up behind and unlock the door. Eventually he comes to a stop a red light. I notice a car has pulled up behind us and I throw open the door and jump out. He grabs me and my clothes rip, but I get out. He takes off and the people in the car behind me call the cops.
A couple months later I have to go to the police station and pick him out of a lineup. I meet two other women he did this too and realize I was extremely lucky compared to what they went through. Another year later and I go to trial since my incident had the most evidence. He gets 99 years in prison and won’t be eligible for parole until he is 64.
Took me a number of years to feel comfortable being out alone at night. I joined an outreach program that went into prisons and that was probably the best therapy I could have ever gotten. I am happy to say that event does not plague me any longer and I have forgiven the man who did it.