80 Life-or-Death Moments When Gut Feelings Became Unshakeable Lifelines
South Minneapolis 1986. Middle of summer. My girlfriend and I were new to the city having come from a very small town. We lived in a small apartment building that had no security doors. Thete were only 8 units and we lived on the top floor. Very unsafe. There had been a string of murders in the area at the time as well. We were fast asleep, middle of the night with the fan blasting on high when suddenly there was loud banging on our door. I opened the door to see the police asking if we were ok. Yes why? There had just been a man at our door trying to break in. He fit the description of the m******r in the area. He had a crowbar in his hand wrapped in a towel. The ONLY thing that saved us was blind luck. Since our building had no security doors, the woman who lived across the hall from us (a nurse) would have the lady who lived below us walk up to her apartment with her. One would take the front stairs, the other would take the back stairs. When she got to the foot of the stairs she saw the guy at our door. ” What are you doing?” She asks, seeing the crowbar in his hands. “Oh I am here to see the girl who lives here” he says as he steps towards her. At that moment the lady from downstairs came from the other set of stairs and it frightened the guy. He ran away.
This incident has haunted me for years. It is only luck that we were saved. If that guy would have gotten into our unit, we would have been in big trouble. It is only because the nurse came home at that very moment that nothing happened to me. We moved out shortly thereafter and I am quite sure that I saw that apartment unit on the news a few months later. The lady who lived below us was attacked and I think she died. I can’t remember for sure. Sorry for the long story. Glad to finally share it with someone after all these years.
Decades ago i was riding with a mutual acquaintance burning a J. He said he knows a guy that keeps a ~key of coke in his fridge and that the guy wouldn’t be home for a few hours. He wanted me to drive the “get away car” while he helps himself to the coke. My gut told me to bale, so i did.
I don’t know exactly how it went down, but his body was found floating 4 days later with 2 holes in his head.
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