Every night I walk the streets of West End Atlanta. Although, I know the danger in doing so, I never had any fear. Why would someone bother me? Robberies and assaults only happen on the news and in movies, it would never happen to me. False. Negative. Lies. It can happen, and it did. Last night, I was robbed by gunpoint while walking home from campus. There I was, alongside a friend, and these guys run in front of us asking for our money. Money? They must not read my blog, I'm broke. Somehow we were able to convince them we had nothing of worth (although I was carrying a loaner laptop from the school) and they walked away with my iPhone. Only my phone, but that broke me down. I have a lot of information on my phone, numbers, and access to some very important accounts. Not to mention, EVERYTHING that deals with Pink Planes. But, rather it be my phone than my life. I got out safe from that situation, but it put so many things in perspective. One, people are out here taking and robbing from others in the same boat. I'm struggling just as bad as those guys were and they took from me. That breaks my heart for this society and neighborhood. Another thing, is how much emphasis we put on material things, myself in particular. I was so torn over losing my phone, but it's just a phone. Only a phone. Why is so much of my life on it? While this may push me back, it didn't stop me.
Y'all be safe out there. Use discretion when walking the streets in any city. Don't draw too much attention to yourself and if you do find yourself in that situation, it's best to just do as they say. I'm still very upset, but blessed that I made it out alive. God was watching over me, and I'm sure this is in his plan someway. I must have learned something.
Signed,
A Broke Student
