Saved by a Stranger's Trash Run

Back in 2004 I was a young/dumb 17 year old country girl in the city for the first time

for college. One night I decided I could totally safely walk back to my dorm at around

1.30 in the morning despite not really knowing where I was. Of course I instantly

end up wandering around a terrible part of the city - most of the streetlights are busted out,

trash everywhere, loud arguments from inside the row houses - in short, I wouldn't even

want to be here in the middle of the day. A car drives up behind me and slows

down so they're keeping pace with me for nearly an entire block - I look over and there

are five unsavory looking men inside. By this point, I was approaching an intersection,